(Addressed:)
The Revd Mr D: Romeyn
favd Mr. Braket }
at Hackinsack. }
A DAY IN THE GREAT DISMAL SWAMP
[The stories and legends associated with the Swamp are many. The most authentic and pathetic of all, and the one which Thomas Moore has made the theme of a poem, is to this effect: a young man who lost his mind on the death of the girl he loved, disappeared, and was never heard from. As he had frequently said, in his delirium, that she was not dead, but gone in a canoe to the Swamp, it is supposed that he wandered there in search of her, and died from exposure.
Charles Lanman, 1847.]
And all night long, by her fire-fly lamp
She paddles her light canoe.—Moore.
It seemed as if we had hardly been asleep an hour when a knock resounded on our door, and a voice from the outside said: “Six o’clock, ladies; breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes, and the carriage will be here at half-past six.”