New York, May 7th.-- Rehearsed with much care. Looked at some papers (N.Y.) sent to me. Received note from Silliman, which I answered. Rested. Went to theatre, dressed. My hair-dresser told me there would be a good house, for there was-an unusual sight-a great crowd outside. My call came; I heard immense applause, and three cheers for Mr. Clarke in Macduff. I smiled, and said to myself, " They mistake him for me."

I went on, the greatest applause, as it seemed, from the whole house. I bowed respectfully, repeatedly. It still kept on. I bowed as it were emphatically (to coin an expression for a bow), rather significantly, that I. was touched by such a demonstration; it continued. I thought, " This is becoming too much." It did not cease, and I began to distinguish howlings from the right corner of the parquet. Still, I thought, it is only like the Western shriek, a climax of their applause. At length I became sensible there was opposition, and that the prolongation of the applause was the struggle against it: I then waited for its subsidence, but no cessation; I at last walked forward to address them, intending to say-" I felt pain and shame, which the intelligent and respectable must feel for their country's reputation, and that I would instantly resign my engagement rather than encounter such disgraceful conduct."

They would not let me speak. They hung out placards-" You have been proved a liar," &c.; flung a rotten egg close to me. I pointed it to the audience, and smiled with contempt, persisting in my endeavour to be heard. I could not have been less than a quarter of an hour on the stage altogether, with perfect saong-froid and good humour, reposing in the consciousness of my own truth. At last there was nothing for it, and I said" Go on," and the play,' Macbeth,' proceeded in dumb show, I hurrying the players on. Copper cents were thrown, some struck me, four or five eggs, a great many apples, nearly, if not quite, a peck of potatoes, lemons, pieces of wood, a bottle of asafoetida, which splashed my own dress, smelling of course most horribly. The first act, at least in my scenes, with these accompaniments, passed in dumb show; I looking directly at these men as they committed these outrages, and no way moved by them. Behind the scenes some attempted to exhibit sympathy, which I received very loftily, observing, " My concern was for the disgrace such people inflicted on the character of the country." The second act closed exactly in the same way.

I dressed for the third, and went on; the tumult the same, the missiles growing thicker. At last a chair was thrown from the gallery on the stage, something heavy was thrown into the orchestra (a chair), which made the remaining musicians move out. Another chair was hurled by the same man, whom I saw deliberately throw it, then wrench up another, and throw it too-I bowed to the audience, and going up to Mr. Chippendale, observed that I thought " I had quite fulfilled my obligation to Messrs. Niblo and Hackett, and that I should now remain no longer."

I accordingly went down and undressed; Colden was there, and seemed to apprehend danger out of doors: I did not. However, I took my dirk, but thinking it unworthy to carry it, threw it down again. Colden (who made too much of it), Tallmadge, and Emmett walked home with me; there was no sign of any attempt in the back street, but there was a crowd at the front door, which Golden had not been able to penetrate, and which, the Chief of the Police informed me afterwards, made the strongest efforts to break into the house. Colden was with me, and Ruggles too came and joined us. I was in the best spirits, and we talked over what was to be done. Several things proposed, rejected, and certain things decided on, but so hastily that when they were gone I perceived the course was yet to be fixed on. A Mr. Bennett -stranger- came, as he said, from young Astor and other names of the first, he said, to say that this should be resisted, and to convey to me the expression of their regret, &c. I was not quite sure of my man. Gould came, when they were gone, in great distress, having heard all from Duyckirck. Our conversation overturned the decision with Ruggles and Colden. He gone. Mr. Monnitt, my landlord, and one of the heads of the police called, to show me a deposition taken from one of the rioters who had been captured, and who, because he cried very much, was set at liberty. I asked leave to copy the deposition, and I am about to do it, and I suppose shall have a long night's writing. And this is my treatment! Being left alone, I begin to feel more seriously the indignities put on me, and entertain ideas of not going on the stage again. Pray God I may do what is right! I will try to do so. I thank His goodness that I am safe and unharmed. Wrote to dearest Catherine.

May 8th. -- Rose in good time with headache. Looked at papers. New York Herald, which gave a semi-facetious, insidious, and, as regards myself, incorrect account of the brutality of last night. Saw other papers, Courier, Inquirer, and the Express good not ices. Wrote to dear Catherine. Sent Michell to inquire about berth in the America for to-morrow week. Gould called, Duyckirck, Hacketts, father and son, Crowder, Colden, Judge Kent, Ruggles. They talked much on what was to be done -- I resolved not to act to-night, and am disinclined to appear again, but they are gone to collect names in requisition to me to continue my engagement. It was thought by me that if I did appear, it should not be before Friday. Ruggles came in again; he told me that Theod. Sedgwick had declined to sign the requisition to me; his only plea, that he was Forrest's counsel.

May 9th.-- Duyckirck called, R. Elmmett, Colden, Hackett, and Niblo. On deliberating and canvassing the matter, originally intending to begin on Friday, I decided on acting upon Thursday, whilst " the excitement was strong in favour of order." Note from Gould intimating the necessity of my publishing an answer to the requisition to me. Set about it. Gould came; he is indefatigable; he is a true friend. Hackett paid me. Wrote answers to requisition. Dined with Starr Miller; a very elegant entertainment indeed.

New York, May l0th.-- Read the papers with much satisfaction; Courier, Express taking a just and good tone. The Recorder called, Mr. Tallmadge, and assured me that every measure should be taken to insure the tranquillity of the house to-night, &c.; I told him of the deposition before Justice Mumford, and he was displeased that the matter had not been communicated officially to him. He left me very cordially, and with great confidence. Bates (of Portland Place, London) called with a friend just to shake hands. I was going to the theatre to rehearsal; went there; saw the performers, all in good spirits; ran through the scenes of 'Macbeth,' for fear the excitement of Monday night might have put the business from their memories. Spoke with Messrs. Sefton and Chippendale, expressing my own opinion that there would not be the slightest demonstration of opposition. They thought there might be a hiss, or perhaps two, at the beginning, but that it could be instantly silenced. Mr. Clarke apologized, and explained to me what he had said to the audience on the previous Monday. Was inconvenienced by the smell of the asafoetida in the green cloth at the side of the stage, and gave directions that it should not be used to-night. Returned to hotel.

Letter from Sumner; very indignant. Sent cheque and book to bank. Colden called and chatted; talked of last night; all in the best spirit. Entered arrears of record until time to lie down. Rose, shaved, and dressed; found three letters on my table from Hillard, George Curtis, and a Mrs. Charles-the last an application to see and give counsel and instruction to her daughter; the first, over-boiling with furious indignation at the occurrences of Monday night, and full of generous approbation of my behaviour throughout my sojourn here; from George Curtis was a hearty and earnest invitation to me to make his house my home whilst I should remain at Boston. I was thinking that I ought not to linger to read these letters, but happily my curiosity was stronger than my respect to rigid duty, and I read them before I placed them in my desk.

I went gaily, I may say, to the theatre, and on my way, looking down Astor Place, saw one of the Harlem cars on the railroad stop and discharge a full load of policemen; there seemed to be others at the door of the theatre. I observed to myself, "This is good precaution." I went to my dressing-room, and proceeded with the evening's business. The hair-dresser was very late, and my equanimity was disturbed. I was ruffled and nervous from fear of being late, but soon composed myself. The managers were delaying the beginning, and I was unwilling to be behind the exact hour.

The play began; there was some applause to Mr. Clarke (I write of what 1 could hear in my room below). I was called, and at my cue went on with full assurance, confidence, and cheerfulness. My reception was very enthusiastic, but I soon discovered that there was opposition, though less numerously manned than on Monday. I went right on when I found that it would not be instantly quelled, looking at the wretched creatures in the parquet, who shook their fists violently at me, and called out to me in savage fury. I laughed at them, pointing them out with my truncheon to the police, who I feared were about to repeat the inertness of the previous evening. A black board with white letters was leaned against the side of the proscenium: "The friends of order will remain silent." This had some effect in making the rioters more conspicuous.

My first, second, third scenes passed over rapidly and unheard; at the end of the fourth, one of the officers gave a signal, the police rushed in at the two sides of the parquet, closed in upon the scoundrels occupying the centre seats and furiously vociferating and gesticulating, and seemed to lift them or bundle them in a body out of the centre of the house, amid the cheers of the audience. I was in the act of making my exit with Lady Macbeth, and stopped to witness this clever manoeuvre, which, like a coup de main, swept the place clear at once. As well as I can remember the bombardment outside now began. Stones were hurled against the windows in Eighth Street, smashing many; the work of destruction became then more systematic; the volleys of stones flew without intermission, battering and smashing all before them; the Gallery and Upper Gallery still kept up the din within, aided by the crashing of glass and boarding without. The second act passed, the noise and violence without increasing, the contest within becoming feebler. Mr. Povey, as I was going to my raised seat in the banquet scene, came up to me, and in an undertone, and much frightened, urged me to cut out some part of the play, and bring it to a close. I turned round upon him very sharply, and said that "I had consented to do this thing-to place myself here, and whatever the consequence I must go through with it-it must be done: that I could not cut out. The audience had paid for so much, and the law compelled me to give it; they would have cause for riot if all were not properly done." I was angry, and spoke very sharply to the above effect.

The banquet scene was partially heard and applauded. I went down to change my dress, the battering at the building. doors, and windows growing, like the fiends at Old Woman: of Berkley's burial louder and louder. Water was running down fast from the ceiling to the floor of my room, and making a pool there. I inquired; the stones hurled in had broken some of the pipes. The fourth act passed: louder and more fierce waxed the furious noises against the building and from without; for whenever a missile did effectual mischief in its discharge it was hailed with shouts outside; stones come in through the windows, and one struck the chandelier; the audience removed for protection behind the walls; the house was considerably thinned, gaps of unoccupied seats appearing in the audience part. The fifth act was heard, and in the very spirit of resistance I flung my whole soul into every word I uttered, acting my very best, and exciting the audience to a sympathy even with the glowing words of fiction, whilst these dreadful deeds of real crime and outrage were roaring at intervals in our ears and rising to madness all round us. The death of Macbeth was loudly cheered, and on being lifted up and told that I was called, I went on, and, with action earnestly and most emphatically expressive of my sympathy with them and my feelings of gratefulness to them, I quitted the New York stage amid the acclamations of those before me.

Going to my room, I began without loss of time to undress, but with no feeling of fear or apprehension. When washed and half dressed, persons came into my room-consternation on the faces of some, fear, anxiety, and distress on those of others. " The mob were getting stronger; why were not. the military sent for?" "They were here." "Where? Why did they not act?" "They were not here; they were drawn up in the Bowery." " Of what use were they there?" Other arrivals. "The military had come upon the ground." " Why did they not disperse the mob then? " These questions and answers, with many others, were passed to and fro among the persons round me whilst I was finishing my hasty toilet, I occasionally putting in a question or remark. Suddenly we heard a volley of musketry: " Hark! what's that?" I asked. "The soldiers have fired." " My God!" I exclaimed. Another volley, and another! The question among those surrounding me (there were, that I remember, Ruggles, Judge Kent, D. Colden, R. Emmett, a friend of his in some official station, Fry, Sefton, Chippendale, and I think the performer who played Malcolm, &c.) was, which way was I to go out? News came that several were killed; I was really insensible to the degree of danger in which I stood, and saw at once-there being no avoidance there was nothing for it but to meet the worst with dignity, and so I stood prepared.

They sent some one to reconnoitre, and urged the necessity of a change in my appearance. I was confident that people did not know my person, and repeated this belief. They overbore all objections, and took the drab surtout of the performer of Malcolm, he taking my black one; they insisted too that I must not wear my hat: I said " Very well, lend me a cap." Mr. Sefton gave me his, which was cut all up the back to go upon my head.

Thus equipped I went out, following Robert Emmett to the stage door; here we were stopped, not being allowed to pass. The "friend" was to follow us as a sort of aide, but we soon lost him. We crossed the stage, descended into the orchestra, got over into the parquet, and passing into the centre passage, went along with the thin stream of the audience moving out. We went right on, down the flight of stairs and out of the door into Eighth Street. All was clear in front-kept so by two cordons or lines of police at either end of the building, stretched right across. We passed the line near Broadway, and went on threading the excited crowd, twice or three times muttering in Emmett's ear, "You are walking too fast." We crossed Broadway, still through a scattered crowd, and walked on along Clinton Place till we passed the street leading down to the New York Hotel. I then said " Are you going to your own house?" "Yes." We reached it, and having opened the door with a latch-key, closing it after us, he said, " You are safe here; no one will know anything about you; you shall have a bed in ten minutes or a quarter of an hour, and you may depend upon all in this house."

I sat down in the drawing-room, talking of the facts about us, and wondering at myself and my condition, secretly preparing myself for the worst result, viz., falling into the hands of those sanguinary ruffians. A son of Emmett's was there, Robert; in about a quarter of an hour Colden came in. Several men had been killed, how many not certainly known yet. " You must leave the city at once; you must not stay here 1" It was then a consultation between these excellent friends, I putting in an occasional opinion objecting or suggesting upon the safest course to pursue. At length it was decided, and Robert was sent out to find Richard, another son, probably at the Racket Club, to put the plan in execution. He was met by Robert in the street, and both returned with additional reports; the crowd was still there, the excitement still active.

Richard was sent to the livery stable to order a carriage and good pair of horses to be at Emmett's door at four o'clock in the morning, "to take a doctor to some gentleman's house near New Rochelle." This was done and well done by him; Colden and Emmett went out to reconnoitre, and they had, as I learned from Emmett, gone to the New York Hotel, at the door of which was still a knot of watchers, and to Emmett's inquiries, told him, if any threats were made, to allow a committee of the crowd to enter and search the house for me. Emmett returned with my own hat, one from the hotel, and I had got Colden's coat.

An omnibus drove furiously down the street, followed by a shouting crowd. We asked Richard, when he came in, what it was, he said, " Merely an omnibus;" but next morning he told me that he asked the men pursuing "What was the matter?" and one answered, "Macreadys in that omnibus; they've killed twenty of us, and by G- we'll kill him!" Well, all was settled; it was believed that twenty had perished. Robert went to bed to his wife. Emmett went upstairs to lie down, which I declined to do, and with Richard went down into the comfortable office below before a good fire, and, by the help of a cigar, to count the slow hours till four o'clock.

We talked and he dozed, and I listened to the sounds of the night, and thought of home, and what would be the anguish of hearts there if I fell in this brutal outbreak; but I resolved to do what was right and becoming. The clock struck four; we were on the move; Emmett came down; sent Richard to look after the carriage. All was still in the dawn of morning, but we waited some ten minutes-an age of suspense-the carriage arrived. I shook the hand of my preserver and friend-my heart responded to my parting prayer of "God bless him! " and stepping into the carriage-a covered phaeton, we turned up Fifth Avenue, and were on our way to safety. Thank God!

During some of the time of waiting, I had felt depressed and rather low, but I believe I showed no fear, and felt determined to do my duty, whatever it might be, acting or suffering. We met only market carts, butchers' or gardeners', and labourers going to their early work; the morning was clear and fresh, and the air was cooling to my forehead, hot and aching with want of sleep. The scenery through which we passed, crossing the Manhattan, giving views of the various inlets of the sound, diversified with gentleman's seats, at any other time would have excited an interest in me; now one thought or series of thoughts, with wanderings to home and my beloved ones, gave me no time for passing objects. I thought as we passed Harlem Station, it would never have done to have ventured there. Some of the places on the road were familiar to my recollection, having been known under happier circumstances.^*

Boston, May l1th.-- Reaching New Rochelle a little before seven o'clock, we got breakfast, and Richard decided on leaving me here; but in the bar-room the landlord asked me, " Did you come from New York this morning?" I was taken aback. "Yes." "Did you hear of a riot there last night? " " Yes, I did." "Was it a very bad one? " "Yes, I believe so," and I walked out. Seeing Emmett, I suggested the advisability of his accompanying me to New Haven in case of similar occurrences in the cars, when I might be at fault, and he could take the office of spokesman, to which he readily assented.

He told me (we wondering how the news could have got here, nineteen miles) that the subject had been discussed in a conjectural sort of style at the breakfast table, after I had left it, but that all spoke favourably of me; on the platform of the station among the arriving passengers were two, one of whom I saw knew me. Richard E. thought not; I became convinced of it, and my belief was verified by the annoying consequence. He told some acquaintances as the cars arrived of the fact; they communicated to others, and my identity was enjoyed by successive crowds of starers, to whom and from whom the news was handed along down the whole course of the railroad, even to Boston city.

We got the different papers, and there read the horrible details, fifteen killed-- it turned out to be seventeen-and several wounded! The conductor was particularly civil and attentive to me. Richard E. left me as I entered the Springfield cars at New Haven. Here a group of four began a conversation at me, I sitting near them, but on the same side, "wondering, however, if I should play to-night again," &c. I sat silent; another person came and sat behind me and leaning over, asked me,' Are you going to act at Boston? " No." "Shall you read there?' "No." "Um-a terrible business last night?" " Yes, very shocking," &c.

Reaching Boston, 1 got into a cab, no one near me, and drove at once to my dear friend, George Curtis's, whose invitation yesterday received, appeared almost providential. He soon after came in and was heart-glad to see me: the telegraph had given the main facts. Hillard came, Benjamin Curtis, whom I like, Ticknor, all most cordial, congratulating me on my assured safety. I inquired if it were needful to go on to Halifax, but they said my safety was assured here. What an age of feeling, of event, of suffering, has passed since yesterday afternoon! Thank God that I am here, that I live!

May 12th.-- Woke early; unable to dress myself from want of clothes or shaving and dressing implements. Thought much and long on letters, and things to be done. Curtis spoke and told me, whilst I was dressing, or trying to dress, that my servant had come. Colden, who had written to me by him, had sent him away with every portion of my luggage. This was not quite what I wished, but perhaps there was no alternative. He brought some brief accounts of the state of things in New York. All quiet, but groups collected, and crowd around the theatre: He brought papers, &c. Benjamin Curtis called. Person from Signal newspaper called. G. Curtis saw and despatched him. Telegraphed Gould to settle with Hackett, &c. Wrote to Colden. Sent in a parcel his great coat. Felton called. Prescott, Dr. Channing, Winthrop, Elliot, ~Mrs. Story. Wrote to Robert Emmett, to Gould, to Ruggles, to Mrs. Kent. Felton dined with us. George Curtis drove me out beyond Brookline, a very pleasing country. Mitchell brought me The New York. Longfellow called, T. Cary called, B. Curtis; he and George both appeared pleased with Mr. Reed's letter, and agreed in the idea that it ought to be published.

A heavy gloom upon my spirits, my imagination only offering scenes of horror and blood, my thought how to meet extremities if obliged to face them, resolving to do so at least with composure and unpretending dignity.

May 13th.-- Rose very early, my spirits in the lowest state. Occupied with affairs for a long while. Read a Boston paper sent to me by the editor, which added to my dejection. Continued my attention to the rearrangement of my packages. Grew more and more disquieted. " The thoughts of home rush on his heart, and call its vigour forth in many a vain attempt." Lifted up my head to God in silent prayer for strength to sustain me. Busied myself with arranging papers. Received a short letter from Gould. Consulted with George Curtis on what should be done, and told him of my feeling of insecurity. He endeavoured to reassure me, and would see the Mayor and others to-day and have a consultation on any steps deemed necessary to be taken. Began a letter to my beloved wife, which, in my uncertain state of mind, as to whether I should ever see her again, I could not continue. Copied out examination of Mr. Clusky-copying was the only employment for which I was fit. Letter from dear Mrs. Colden, inclosing those of my darling children. Kind letter of sympathy from an English gentleman of the name of Eastwood. Violent-and vulgar threatening letter-anonymous. Clapp, the chief police officer, called to assure me that everything was quiet in the city, and no apprehension whatever to be entertained of any demonstration of hostility here; that the police were on the alert, and no arrival could take place that they would not know and take any needful measures upon. Captain Wormley called. Mr. Bigelow, the Mayor, called to assure me in the strongest terms that the dues of justice and of hospitality would be maintained, and that I might rest perfectly secure in the power and will of the authorities of the city to defend me from outrage. Mr. Stevenson, Mr., Mrs., and Miss Ticknor, Benjamin Curtis, counselling the publication of a statement from me to show my freedom from blame, &c. Thought over the advice -tried it-found that it ought not to bear my name as the publisher, but that my assertions and statement should be given to the public by certain friends who had faith in them.

May 14th,. -- Arose, thanks be to Almighty God, in a more composed and cheerful state of mind; the dejection of yesterday caused by the subsidence of excitement of the three previous days. Saw some papers, which confirmed my mood of mind, and left me quite, or almost, at perfect ease. Benjamin Curtis called with his alterations of the statement; they were few, but were amendments. Cary called, and Curtis proposed to him to be a signer of the statement, to which he readily assented.' Paid for insertion of replies in Atlas. Paid Michell. Lyman called and told me he had called at New York on Friday; had also seen Judge Kent, who had been uneasy, and anxious about the mob, having heard that his house was marked by them-the villains! He had, as his letter informed me, removed his mother and Mrs. K., and sat up all night, waiting for the destruction of his rich law library. Entered some arrears of record. Letter from Gould, answered. Letter from citizens of Boston, inviting me to read, &c., in most complimentary phrase stopped in its circulation by these events ‹was given to me by kind and dear George Curtis. Fairbanks, my defender in the Chromotype last autumn, C. Norton, Everett, who seems quite gay and glad to see me, Judge Warren, Dr. Haywood, Prescott, Gray, Rantoul, called. Letter from Sumner, most affectionate. Looked at papers all satisfactory, the Boston Mail-, Qualis ob incepto, and answered Sumner. Wrote to John Gordon, of Edinburgh, apologizing for publishing' his name in his letters. Drove out with George Curtis. Went to look at the reservoir of the city's supply. Called on Colonel Perkins, and walked through his peacheries, graperies, greenhouses, &c. Kind old man, whom I shall never see again Benjamin Curtis came and sat in the evening.

May 16th.-- Looked at papers. from which the excitement seems abating, if not lulled entirely. The result will be most beneficial to the community. The rabble have been taught that they are not the dictators of the City of New York. Walked out with G. Curtis to a bowling alley, where we found Charles Curtis. Mr. Quincy junior, came in, and we had some conversation. Hearing of an assemblage of some thousands of children happily amusing themselves on the Common ‹that very beautiful green-we went to see them, an interesting sight; its fountains in full play, and a pleasant sun giving into bright and cheerful view the handsome buildings that inclose it, and the view of bay and landscape stretching far into the distance. We walked along the causeway over the lagoon, as I may call it, for I do not know the real term, and I enjoyed much the air and exercise.

May 17th.-- Went to dine with Ticknor. I took a Pope with me, and gave it to Eliza Ticknor. We met Prescott, Hillard, Felton, Judge Warren. Charles Curtis came in the evening; it was a very cheerful, agreeable evening.

May 20th.-- Looked over Milton, and marked it for reading. At Curtis's evening party were Winthrop, W. Prescott and his daughter, Dr., Mrs., and Miss Haywocd, Mrs. Story, Mr. and Mrs. Story, Mr. and Miss Everett, Longfellow, Felton, Dana, Hillard, Mr., Mrs.,, and Miss Cary, Mr. and Mrs. B. Curtis and children, Mr. and Mrs. C. Curtis, Mr., Mrs., and Misses Ticknor, D. Colden, Judge and Mrs. Warren, Gray, Greenhow, Mrs. Wadsworth, &c. I read part of first and fifth book of' Paradise Lost,' the 'Ode on St. Cecilia,' and 'Abou Ben Adhem' by request. Colden sat and took a cigar when all had gone. The guests appeared delighted. All went off admirably.

May 22nd. -- Glanced at paper, which said in a paragraph I had sent $1,00O to the Mayor for the relatives of the sufferers in the late riots. Yes; in a cheque upon the City of New York, to be paid out of the damages obtained in an action at law for recovery, &c.! No; if that would be charity it would be best to give away all the little I possess in the world. Letter from Gould, from Stokes. Felton called to shake hands, Charles Curtis also. Arranged affairs of money, &c. Attended to business. Charles Sumner called. Still business, business. Went out in carriage, and made many calls; among those I saw were Mrs. Cary and Sally, to whom I gave a copy of Pope. D. Channing, Dr. and Mrs. Haywood, Mrs. and Eliza Ticknor (pictures of children), Appleton. Went home, found George Curtis; he accompanied me to the Mayor, who was very kind; told me the inhabitants would have publicly testified their respect for me, but were afraid of some individuals possibly seeking to insult me; that G. Curtis had gained greatly in the esteem of his fellow-citizens by his reception of me, &c. Called on others, and on Mrs. Story, whom we saw. Paid Michell, and advanced him $60. Wrote to Ransom's with second bill for £40. Began letter to Mr. Colden. Dined with Prescott; met Hillard, Ticknor, Winthrop; a very agreeable day. Took leave of all, Prescott drinking a stirrup-cup and clinking glasses. Walked home and parted severally.

May 23rd. -- Rose early to finish my packing. Invoked the blessing of God on my destiny- what rests of it in this world, what awaits in that to come? May He protect me! Letter from Sumner. Wrote autographs for Whitmore. Wrote to Mrs. Gould, &c. Busy to the last moment. Took leave of the two little children, and of Mrs. Curtis, who uttered some few words of good wishes that brought the tears into my eyes. Paid the servants and, with G. Curtis, went in carriage across the ferry to East Boston, where we got on board the Hibernia; I never felt such relief as in planting my foot upon that vessel's deck; several of the officers, stewards, &c., I knew. Captain Stone had brought me over in the Arcadii. Met Charles Sumner and Hillard on board. Went down to make regulations about my state-room. Hillard gave me a beautiful bouquet, with a very affectionate card from the two Misses Ticknor, and a letter from himself, to be read when at sea. We talked long. G. Curtis, Hillard, and C. Sumner in and by my state-room. The day was clear and bright, and when my friends were gone, and I stood on the upper deck, I looked round on the scene; the water glittering in the sunshine, the houses lining every edge of the shore as the eye wandered round the gay panorama; the vessels plying with steam, sail, or oar busily along the surface below, and the keen fresh air blowing against me added to my spirits, which were strongly, not cheerily, excited, as I thought, "It is the last time-'tis the last," I should ever look on the scene before me. We wound our way out of the harbour, and I saw the monument of Bunker's Hill grow dim in the distance.

*In the following month of September ten of the Astor Plaice rioters were tried at the Court of General Sessions, New York, before Judge Daly and a jury, and after a trial of fifteen days were all convicted. The sentences varied from one month's imprisonment to imprisonment for one year and payment of a fine of $250. -- Ed.