turn into waving corn and wheat; and the lit-ing isolated in the midst of its ornamented tle marshy spots will be soon covered with nutritious rice, all yielding plenty and smiling contentment on the hardy adventurer. In concluding this sketch we would observe that this race of Caribs originated on the Cayman Islands, and are known as the "Red Caribs." It is not many years since their depredations in the piratical way have been suppressed, and many an old sea-captain may tell of the care he used to avoid its inhospitable shores. In the first instance, they were driven from St. Domingo and Jamaica for their participation in numerous outbreaks, and they went carrying with them an unquenchable hatred against the whites. In the settlements on this coast and in Guatamala they are very hospitable, and most of them speak the Creole English. Their language contains many French words, not recognizable, perhaps, with its guttural intonation, to the polished Parisian-with the exception of the numerals, the pronunciation of which is tolerably correct. They are, in fine, an industrious, hard-working community; and so free are they from the cares of this life, and so smoothly does time fly with them, that but few of them have any idea of the number of summers that have passed over their heads in their happy, quiet homes! We left them with regret, but with a promise to return soon and settle among them. NORTH CAROLINA ILLUSTRATED. BY PORTE CRAYON. III.-GUILFORD. "List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle rendered you in music." "THE SHAKSPEARE. In HE capitol of North Carolina bears the appropriate and beautiful name of Raleigh, in honor of the accomplished and chivalrous 'Sir Walter, the man of wit and the sword,' under whose auspices the first colonies were planted on our shores. The town is comparatively of recent date, its site having been established by a convention met at Hillsborough in 1788. 1810, it contained only six hundred and seventy inhabitants, but its permanent population at present is estimated at between two and three thousand. On a commanding but gently sloping eminence, the young city sits embowered, in a grove of stately oaks, like a rustic beauty, whose ornaments are awkwardly worn and unskillfully put on. Incongruous, incomplete, but nathless fair and pleasing. Thus appear her broad tree planted, unpaved avenues. The superb and costly capitol with its forms of Grecian elegance, rising amidst a grove of forest oaks, in an inclosure grown up with weeds and traversed by narrow ungraveled paths, and its stately entrances encumbered with huge wood piles. "Around this central point the town is built upon several streets densely shaded with double rows of trees. The private residences for the most part resemble country houses, each stand grounds, profuse in shade-trees, shrubbery, and flowers, reminding one more of a thickly settled neighborhood than a town. The avenue leading from the capitol to the Governor's house is more compactly built, and is the theatre of all the commercial life the place affords. "On an eminence near the town, imposing from its extent and position, stands the State Asylum for the Insane. A.building worthy the taste and public spirit of any State. "By the burning of the old capitol in 1831 Raleigh lost the statue of Washington by Canova, a gem of art of which the Carolinians were justly proud. The hero was represented in a sitting posture, costumed as a Roman general, holding tablets in one hand and a style in the other, as if about to write; we believe the intention of the sculptor was, to represent him as Washington the statesman and lawgiver, while his recent military character was indicated by the sheathed sword beside him. The conception was beautiful, the work skillfully and elegantly wrought, but there was nothing in it especially to touch the American heart or understanding. The soft Italian, whose genius was inspired by dreams of the Greek ideal commingling with shapes of modern elegance, who pined even in brilliant Paris for the balmy air and sunshine of his native land, beneath whose magic chisel the frigid marble warmed and melted into forms of voluptuous beauty, had neither the soul to conceive nor the hand to carve the iron man of '76." As Porte Crayon warmed with his subject he | ble, in a greater or less degree, to every subject rose from his chair and paced about our writing- to which human effort has been directed. If it table like a chained bear. "That task," con- seems not to have been sustained by the protinued he, "yet remains to be accomplished; gress of the fine arts at all times, the exception there is no statue of Washington existing, there may be fairly referred to the fact, that the genever has been one." nius of certain peoples and periods, instead of "You forget that which adorns the square in being devoted to the legitimate task of developfront of our Federal Capitol," I mildly sug-ing into beauty and grandeur the ideas of its gested. "Get out! it is scarcely worth criticism-a pitiful heathen divinity set up to be scoffed at by the children of the image-breakers-a half naked Olympian shivering in a climate where nudity is not, and never can be, respectable." "But there is the statue in Richmond." Crayon paused for a moment as if to cool off. "Houdon," said he, "made an effort in the proper direction, and the unaffected approbation which his work has elicited proves it. That it has been greatly overpraised, is not chargeable to a want of taste in our people, but simply to the fact that they have no means of comparison. It is the best we have, and is estimated accordingly. But although the costume and design of the statue are good, there is nothing in that affected pose to remind one of the most striking characteristic of Washington's person, The lofty port, the distant mien, That seemed to shun the sight, yet awed if seen.' "A French writer says: Malgré l'opinâtreté des hommes à louer l'antique aux depens du moderne, il faut avouer qu'en tout genre les premiers essais sont toujours grossiers.' The truth and common sense of this assertion is applica own times, perversely turns for inspiration to antiquity, rejecting the healthful freshness of the present to feed morbidly on the decay of the past; wasting its native vigor in feebly imitating, instead of aspiring to the nobler task of creating. Why may not the ridicule that in literature is attached to the faded imitations of the ancient poets-the Venuses, Cupids, nymphs, and shepherdesses-be as fairly turned against the wearisome and incongruous reproductions in marble of gods, heroes, and senators, with modern names, and modern heads on their shoulders?" "Bravo! Porte Crayon turned lecturer! You bid fair to rival Ruskin in the crusade against the Greeks and Romans. You and he are harder on them than were the Goths and Vandals." "But, my dear P-, permit me to explain. You have misunderstood the drift of my remarks-" "Encore, Sir Critic. You administer the chibouk like a very Fahladeen." "Now pray be quiet, and I'll tell you an anecdote appropriate to the subject: "A provincial society of literati, somewhere in France, wished to compliment Voltaire, and voted that his statue should decorate their hall. | excellent likeness was modeled. The artist was A young artist of great merit, a native of the province, was commissioned to execute the work. The sage, who was never averse to flattery in any shape, complacently sat for the bust, and an THE ARTIST. now at a loss how to complete his work. The antique furore was then at its height in France, and Hogarth's caricature of a nobleman personating Jupiter, with a big wig, ruffled shirt, and a thunder-bolt in his hand, scarcely surpassed in absurdity many of the serious productions of that ridiculous era. The artist was an honest fellow, and was at his wits' end in endeavoring to reconcile common sense and the spirit of the times. Embroidered cuffs, shirt ruffles, and knee breeches, would not do in marble at all. The wardrobe of antiquity was ransacked, but nothing found to fit Voltaire. Fortunately the severely classic taste could dispense with all costume, even the fig-leaf, so our artist modeled his figure after the Antinous. "But to see that lean, leering face, that preposterous curled wig and scraggy neck, set upon a round, graceful, fully-developed figure, was inadmissible; the incongruity was too glaring. The head, which had been pronounced a perfect likeness, could not be changed, so he went to work again, and, with much labor, reduced the figure to the meagre standard of the face. The completed statue resembled Voltaire, no doubt, but it also looked like a chimpanzee, or the starved saint done in stone in the Museum at Florence, or the wax-work figure of Calvin Edson at Barnum's-a sculptured horror, a marble joke. The society was outraged. The statue, instead of being inaugurated, was kicked into a cel THE SKETCH. lar; while the unhappy victim of classic taste | traveler continued his journey westward, by the lost his labor and reputation together, nor is it North Carolina Railroad. This road traverses likely that posterity will ever repair the injus- the best portion of the State. The face of the tice." country is pleasantly diversified with hill and Having passed several days very pleasantly dale. The sombre vesture of the pine woods is looking at the outside of things in Raleigh, our changed for the rich and varied leafing of the upland forest, while evidences of agricultural improvement are manifest on every side. Then, as we pass along, we hear the old familiar names of Revolutionary memory; names that make the heart leap in recalling the wild, romantic details of the Southern war, all the more thrilling that they have escaped the varnish of spiritless limners, and are not heard in the common babblings of fame. But still, in the humble cot and squirely mansion, the memory of these brave deeds and glorious names is fondly cherished. "Come hither, Curly-pate; what paper was that you showed your mother just now that delighted her so, and got your pocket filled with ginger-cakes?" "That, Sir, is a picture of Colonel Washington chasing. Tarleton. Mother says I am a great genius." 66 Why, Beverly, be quiet. I said no such thing." "Indeed, madam, this drawing is an astonishing production. The attitudes of his horses are decidedly classic, and seem to have been studied from the Elgin marbles. The boy will doubtless be a great painter some day." "No, I won't. I'll be a soldier, and lead a regiment of horse like Colonel Lee." "Get away, then; take your tin sword, and make war upon the mullin stalks." Still rolling westward we pass Hillsborough, the county town of Orange, then the Haw River. At length we approach Greensborough, the county town of Guilford. Here we must tarry to visit the battle-field, which is but a few miles distant. The town of Greensborough contains about two thousand inhabitants, and is a place of some trade. Except two or three private residences and two seminaries, its buildings, public and private, are poor; and, in short, there is nothing about its exterior either to prepossess or interest the passing traveler. Its two seminaries for the education of young ladies are said to be in a flourishing condition. In North Carolina there are a number of institutions, colleges, etc., for the education of ladies, all in high repute and well attended. Indeed nowhere does this important subject seem to have received more consideration than in this State. On arriving at Greensborough our traveler ascertained that the site of Martinsville, the old Guilford Court House of Revolutionary times, was five miles distant. As it was too late in |