After calling at one or two flat places，with low dams stretching outinto the lake，whereon were stumpy light—houses，like windmills withoutsails，the whole looking like a Dutch vignette，we came at midnight toCleveland，where we lay all night，and until nine 0’clock next morning． I entertained quite a curiosity in reference to this place，from havingseen at Sandusky a specimen of its literature in the shape of a newspaper，which was very strong indeed upon the subject of Lord Ashburton’Srecent arrival at Washington，to adjust the points in dispute between theUnited States Government and Great Britain；informing its readers thatas America had“whipped”England in her infancy，and whipped heragain in her youth，SO it was clearly necessary that she must whip heronce again in her maturity；and pledging its credit to all true Americans，that if Mr．Webster did his duty in the approaching negotiations，and sentthe English lord home again in double quick time，they should，withintwo years，sing，“Yankee Doodle in Hyde Park．and Hail Columbia inthe scarlet courts of Westminster!”I found it a pretty town，and hadthe satisfaction of beholding the outside of the office of the journal fromwhich I have just quoted．I did not enjoy the delight of seeing the wit whoindited the paragraph in question，but I have no doubt he is a prodigiousman in his way，and held in high repute by a select circle． There was a gentleman on board，to whom，as I unintentionallylearned through the thin partition which divided our stateroom from thecabin in which he and his wife conversed together，1 was unwittingly theoccasion of very great uneasiness．I don’t know why or wherefore，but I appeared to run in his mind perpetually，and to dissatisfy him very much．First of all I hear him say—and the most ludicrous part of the business was，that he said it in my very ear，and could not have communicated more directly with me，if he leaned upon my shoulder，and whispered me“Boz is on board still．my dear．”After a considerable pause，he added complainingly，“Boz keeps himself very close”；which was true enough，for 1 was not very well，and was lying down，with a book．I thought he had done with me after this，but 1 was deceived；for a long interval having elapsed，during which I imagine him to have been turning restlessly from side to side，and trying to go to sleep；he broke out again，with，“I suppose that Boz will be writing a book by and by，and putting all oHr names in it!”at which imaginary consequence of being on board a boat with Boz，he groaned，and became silent．