WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?The splendors of the past day? Or the splendor of the night that envelops me?Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?—No;But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the midst of the crowd, parting the part- ing of dear friends;The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and pas- sionately kiss'd him,While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.