The Encaged Bird to His Mistress, 467 [The Soul's Trust. By G. P. T.], 468 The Poor Relation, 491 [To a Lock of Hair], 504 The Coming of Winter, 526 V. Vanity: A Tale of Tight Boots, 29 Vive La Bagatelle!, 126 Vocal Music, 366 W. Who would be a Scholar?, 35 Wilson Conworth, 51, 217, 378, 504 Wild Flowers, 84 Y. [Yesterday], 232 Young Love. By PERCIVAL, 377 THE KNICKERBOCKER. VOL. X. JULY, 1837. NO. 1. AMERICAN ANTIQUITIES. NUMBER ONE. 'CHAOS of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say 'here _was_, or _is_,' where all is doubly night?' CHILDE HAROLD. EVERY enlightened American regards whatever relates to his native land, with an affection as strong as it is ennobling. Conscious of its extent and resources, he looks abroad upon its variegated landscapes, its towering mountains, and its mighty rivers, with a glow of noble pride and enthusiasm. Unequalled in richness, fertility, or grandeur, each inspires him, in like manner, with feelings of joy and exultation. He reverts to the history of his countrymen, with emotions not less dear and animating. The early struggles of his ancestors, their ultimate triumph over the enemies of his country, and over obstacles well nigh insurmountable--their onward march in social and political happiness, the freedom and excellence of their institutions, and the high distinction now sustained by the republic among the governments of the earth--all dwell upon his tongue, in accents of lofty praise and patriotism. Such sentiments are alike worthy and characteristic of an American; but while we thus cheerfully ascribe them to our countrymen, as a general and laudable peculiarity, we cannot avoid the reflection, that one prominent subject among those claiming their attention--one which should equally inspire them with pride and enthusiasm--is most singularly overlooked, or wholly neglected. We allude to _American Antiquities_. This subject, not immediately connected with our national prosperity, seems strangely to have escaped observation. Every thing else with us has been onward; but this has been left for the inquisitive admiration of strangers. With the fresh and animating incidents of our history we have alone been busied. Beyond these, there exists a deep and illimitable _hiatus_, into which Curiosity has yet but slightly peered.