As we advanced, the scene became more gloomy. Habitations became fewer, and the hedged and cultivated fields gave place to moors and 'blasted heaths;' and the sombre hue of the sky imparted the same tone to our feelings. Night had now overtaken us, and the rain was still pouring down in torrents. Way-worn and hungry, we hailed our gloomy prison, which now presented itself, and we looked upon it almost with joy. From the darkness of the night we could scarcely discern the dim outline of its lofty walls and ponderous gates, as they swung open, grating upon their hinges, to engulf a fresh supply of misery within that sepulchre of the living. We were now thrust into a building, reeking wet and benumbed with cold. All was in total darkness, and we were in dread of breaking some of our limbs, should we undertake to explore the limits or condition of our prison. As it was, we were fain to lie down upon the stone pavement which formed the floor of our abode. In this state we passed a long and weary night, without bedding or covering of any kind, as our baggage had not yet arrived. A description of the prison of Dartmoor, and of the scenes and occurrences which took place within its walls, I shall defer to a subsequent number, as it would occupy too much space to be embodied in this. FRAGMENTS FROM THE GREEK. I. 'TELL ME, ZEPHYR.' Tell me, Zephyr, swiftly winging, Ne'er before such fragrance bringing, From what rose-bed comest thou? 'Underneath a hawthorn creeping, I beheld a maiden, sleeping, And her breath I bear thee now!' II. FOUR MAIDENS DRINKING. Streamlet! at thy mossy brink Maidens four once stooped to drink: Crag and wild rock tumbling o'er, Wert thou e'er so blest before? III. [Greek: Deduke men ha Selana.] Gone the Pleiades and moon, Lo! of night it is the noon! See! the Hours their watch are keeping; Lovely lieth SAPPHO sleeping! G. H. H. AN ALLIGATORICAL SKETCH. NUMBER TWO OF LIFE IN FLORIDA. How thoughtful in you, my kind EDITOR, to have inquired of me touching alligators! Think of my getting a summer's day and a more than summer's-day delight out of this March month and latitude of forty-two, and all by way of a thought alligatorical! Having taken that thought to bed with me last night, I awoke about sun-rise, at the first burst of a morning-hymn from the tree-tops at Picolata! The windows and doors were all open, and as I glanced here and there, with what unspeakable joy did I recognize the small cosy parlor with its comfortable lounges, the garden, the river, the hammock, and the barracks; and with what a feeling of delirium did I launch into the warm air to shout my delight!