is our Wasp?[92] True glory was her object; and she returns not for earthly honours. Langdon and Toscin sleep in France:[93]—they were buds of fame. Lawrence fell, like Hector, by the shaft of fate.[94] My memory is full of valour's sons; but they need not the eulogy of my pen.
In one of my excursions into the woods of Put-in-Bay {138} island, I was accompanied by my friend Capt. W. of the United States Army, a gentleman of a scientific and polished mind. Having provided ourselves with some old clothes, we visited a cave situated about a mile from the bay. This cave is smaller than some others in the west; but is, nevertheless, worth a description.
After exploring the woods for some time, we found what we supposed might be, and what actually was the cave. Its front is situated at the end of a considerable rise of land of an oval form. The mouth of the cave was very small; and being covered with sticks and leaves, presented a very uninviting aspect. After removing the obstructions, we took lights, and descending about ten feet perpendicularly, came to a rock, the position of which was that of an in-*
