For the Monitor. An Old Tuskalöosian's Dream of Home. As to;night I, an old, Tuskaloosian, far away from the loved scenes of my youth, wearied of books, sit in old curling arm chair, watching the smoke, upward from my Powhatan and wreathing itself iuto a thousand fantastic shapes, by. some strango witchery my thoughts revert to the dear old : town that my boyhood knew and loved so well. As the sweet name, - with its musical cadence, murmuringly falls from my lips, a thrill of.

sorrowful pleasure runs through my being, and I am young again. I forget that time has sprinkled my head with here and there a silver hair, that in yonder room, in quiet slumber, repose my wife and hoy prattling boys. Iam young again; Iam once moro amid the scenes of my youth; Iam in old Tuskaloosa. Dear old town, years have come and gone since, in the shade of your beautiful oaks, I sought shelter from the warm Southern sun; since. at festive "board, by genial fireside and in social hall, I enjoyed the kiudly smiles, and cheerful converse, and warm hospitality of your noble citizens, but still the associations connected with your name are to me green spots in momory's great waste, and the kind reader, who has learnedto know and love the old town as I do, will pardon the rhapsodies of one who can never forget his old home! As the years glide by -as I feel that time.

is carrying 100 furtlier along the journey of life- and the milestones butween me and the town of my boyhood continue to increase, tho people, the streets, tho houses of the, old town become dearer to m10. Evers grassy slope, every wooded hill, every flowery • glen; the majestic. 'river, playful oren in its sublimity, now startling us with the roar of its mad: denod waters as they dash over successivo barriers of rock, and now, with a rippling song, smoothly sweep ing over its pobbly bed; every turf. carpeted plain, every grand old oaks, overy vino trellised cottage, every pillared mansion, the schools, the churches, tho mellow toned bells, the laughing girls, all these are still bo for ine as in othor days, when, with a youthful enthusiasm and delight, I them the grandest, the most beautiful, the most magnificent, the best, tho sweetest, that ever sud shone on or that paintor's pencil lover sketched. But most to a broad, oxtendod plain lying just beyond the old town, carpeted with greon, dotted horo and there with a grove whero Dryads would choose to dwell, or recoding into a flower decked glen where Naiads would delight to sport, does my fancy often turn with fond and lingering gaze.

The laudscapo is one that would honor the mellow light* of Claudo Lorraine's eveuing akies. As your footsteps seek to traverse this behutiful plain, you leave behind you tho town hiddon in its garb of natural foliage, save where hero and there a glistening spire extouds above the tail trees, you pass ovor a succession of gentlo uudulations of surface, on around by the marblo slotted city of the dead, up. to where tho eastern hills begin the their woods ascont, then skirting along whose edge rise in grand spectacle the massive dome and broad stricturo of the Insano Asylum; then until our plain abruptly torminntes at tho very cliff at whoso •foot tho Warrior in sportive gleo dashes its frolicsome waters. Hero are the samo old baécli troos, under whose wolcono, shado, and on whose tangled roots, for thirty seven years, many a young student, wearied with intolloctual strife, lias lain' himself down to listen to tho music of the waters, has mused of homo and friends and an ambitious future.These old beeches are records of the past, for in the soft bark are engraved, some skillfully, some rudely, the hundreds of proud youths of Alabama: Lot the eye randor over thoso names, and what a story could •bo woven therefrom of individual fortunes for the last thirty "Where tiro theit owners now P Echid answers, it Where " Many of throm written their names on fame's eternal boadroll." This ono shone lif the councils of -his country; Lot his tongue, sonatos, but now with the sleeps oloquonco, I plains of tho Great West, with no to mark his lowly sleep. This one.

vent away, with the music.