His anxious eye is bent upon thy face, Pure, as the veil flung o'er thy virgin brow- Thy love-changeless as Heaven, whate'er befall! THE FALLS OF BASH-PISH: OR, THE EAGLE'S NEST. tious, save that the rain we have so earnestly desired to lay the dust, has not fallen; but what signifies it? with such a party we surely may endure without complaint dust, heat, rain, or any other of the lesser evils that may chance to "light o' our shoulders." While we have Mrs. - and the 's with us, we have moral influences that are equivalent to sunshine and showers, and all the life-invigorating and life-restoring powers of the natural world. Our party includes eighteen persons, counting by that respectable designation five school girls. As far as they are concerned, it is sure to be a party of pleasure; for, all the miseries ever heaped on a devoted party of pleasure, so called, could not counteract the joyful sense of escape from music lessons, French, Latin, arithmetic, and all those tasks at which they assuredly sow in tears, if they are hereafter to bear their sheaves rejoicing. But here is our omnibus, a it; and there is the appendix to this great work, a balong open wagon, and merry voices are ringing round rouche, in which the more delicate members of the party are to take their turn, with the little unconscious traveller, who, having travelled but four months on this road of life, as yet neither looks backward nor forward. us, and congratulations poured in upon us on our happy prospects. The clouds that threatened yesterday have vanished-we run no risk in the open omnibus-the wind is westerly, the most trustworthy of winds, and so kissing hands to our God-speeding friends, while one of our party was muttering, as he clambered over the high wheels of the omnibus, "Jual diavolo di Carro !" we proceeded onwards, and next drew up at the inn, in the pretty village of Barrington, where the street is enfolded in the mighty arms of old elms. What beautiful memorials of the departed are the trees they planted, with their roots struck into the earth whence we have all sprung, and their stems mounting heaven We proceeded down the county road: a soft, and as the travellers among us said, Italian atmosphere, seemed like a transparent veil between us and the mountains, and made them look blue, and hazy, and distant; while every nearer object was clear and defined. The Mountain Mirror on our right, true to its name, reflected like those polished silver plates, anciently used as mirrors, To the Editor of the Southern Literary Messenger. and gave back clearly the image of the sylvan beauties Two of our friends, who were on a pedestrian tour, that stood thickly around it; while Scott's pond, on our called to see us last week. Their way of life is seden-left, looked as blue as the heaven above it. tary, and they wisely chose this mode of repairing the At Stockbridge a portion of our party were awaiting waste (I should more deferentially say expense) of mind and body, in their studies. As men of taste, they combined with a plan of exercise the purpose of turning aside from the highway, to see the natural beauties of our romantic county of Berkshire. But on inquiring by the wayside and at the inns, they could obtain no information but that there was a "" sightly view" at such a point, or a "fine prospect" descending such a mountain. Of the manifold treasures hidden in our hills they could get no report, and this led them to suggest that residents in a country worth visiting should write some account of their surroundings, which should be a sort of guide-book to the explorer. It struck me this was a reasonable species of hospitality, and having just re-ward whither we all tend! Some one suggested that turned from a visit to some falls in our neighborhood, quite unknown to fame, I determined to send to you a copy of the notes I made at the time of the excursion. A description of the favorite haunts in our immediate neighborhood, would be a more literal compliance with the suggestion of our pedestrians, but besides, that in speaking of these domestic lions, I could scarcely divest myself of the partiality resulting from fond associations with such old and familiar friends as Monument-Mountain, the Ice-glen, the Roaring-Brook, the Precipice, &c., the journal to Bash-pish is already written, a resistless argument in its favor. the Barrington inn furnished tolerable claret, and it was voted prudent to secure a few bottles for our lunch, to which, in the true vein of travellers, we were looking forward to as the next great event of the day. Our admirable purveyor, A—, went to procure it. The man who happened to be serving the bar,-for the honor of our county I trust he was not an accredited official of the Barrington inn,-seeing A-'s blonze, and observing his foreign accent, deemed it an apt occasion for a speculation; and having delivered the claret, said it was two dollars a bottle. "Due scudi !" (two dollars,) exclaimed our friend; my good sir, the barkeeper asked me but half a dollar for a bottle yesterSeptember 11, 1838. A bright, warm September day." The man drew in, muttered some apology, and morning. Our party is arranged, and we are on the quietly took the tendered half dollar per bottle. Such point of starting for Bash-pish. Every thing is propi-a circumstance might have been noted down by our travellers abroad, or foreigners here, as characterizing a left the county of Berkshire, and entered the state of district; and yet we have passed up and down this good county, for the better part of half a century, without meeting a similar instance-so reliable are the conclusions of generalizing travellers! The drive from Barrington to Sheffield is along a meadow road, and for the most part on the margin of the Housatonick. Green fields and a stream of water, great or small, will always constitute beautiful scenery; but when that stream has been the play-fellow of your childhood, and has smiled on you through all the chances of life, there seems to be a soul breathed into material things. Some of us needed all this spiritual communion, to endure with christian patience the clouds of dust that enveloped us, even through that We trust that the poet from whom we quote, when he shall have cast off the burden, we are sure he unwillingly bears, of a party-paper, will come back to the more genial task of illustrating other points of his native county, as well as he has done "Monument Mountain," and "Green River." Sheffield has far less rural beauty than most of our villages, but it has a compensation in lying in the shadow of the Jahconick, and in having their western horizon defined by the beautiful outline of that lofty mountain. At Sheffield we proved the virtue of a name; for having called for lunch, a table was spread for us with stacks of eggs, bread and butter, cakes, pies, &c., besides a smoking quarter of lamb-in short, a fair country meridian dinner, for which, being called a lunch, we paid only eighteen cents each! At Sheffield, some slight indications that we were a party of pleasure appeared; for all such seem to share the curse that fell on Seged, when he devoted nine days to happiness. There were various signs of fatigue, restlessness, and anxiety. Some were lolling on the beds others stretched on the floor-some bewailing the dust and others noting mares' tails and mackerels' backs, that promised we should at least have no dust to complain of after to-day. But what are we to do with rain in our uncovered ark? "Wait till the rain comes," wisely says one of us, who never sees any evil in the future, and bears every present evil so lightly, that to her it seems to have neither form nor weight. From Sheffield, in spite of various guide-boards, inviting us to shorter and better routes, we adhered to that which follows the course of our favorite river, that now, though it has lost nothing of the grace of the infant, is dilating into a breadth that ranks it among rivers in our land of mammoth waters. It is, in this dry time, somewhat in the condition of the sixth age, its bed being a world too wide for its shrunk sides. Well may it linger, and turn, and double on its track, like a good spirit loving the smiles it makes; for, in some sort, it is the creator of this scene of abundance, beauty, and contentment. But oh, the dust! the dust! we can hardly see our fellow travellers through the clouds between us; and feel that farthest from them is best. We have now Connecticut; and in passing over a high hill to the village of Salisbury, we stopped on a summit, called, I believe, Prospect Hill; but where in this country of farstretching views, of valley and upland, is there a hill that might not be so designated? From this hill we first saw the two lovely lakes that lie cradled in the valley, separated only by a strip of terra firma, wide enough for a carriage road. Mrs. gave them the fitting name of the Twins; and the curious little hill on the right, whose natural inequalities present to the eye the image of terraces, battlements, and turrets, she called Castle-Hill. There is much use in associating names with points of a landscape; besides that, that seems hardly to have an individual existence which has no name. They serve as a sort of "open sesame" to the memory; and when afterwards we hear them, they, and their dependencies, and surroundings, pass before us almost as vividly as when the eye first rested on them. There is good sense as well as good taste, in giving a name that is obviously descriptive—it stands some chance of being generally adopted. Our people do not readily change the homely designations of "Great Pond," and "Little Pond," for the fine and foreign names bestowed by amateurs. The west was mottled with clouds which reflected the last rays of twilight, when we drove up to one of the two inns in the old village of Salisbury. Our arrival produced a change in the little dwelling, like setting the wheels of a factory in motion. All the energies of the landlady, who, her husband being absent, has double duty to perform, are put in motion. Here are twenty persons to be fed without any previous preparation for such an onslaught; twenty persons to be accommodated with lodging and all its accessaries, and some among them habituated to whatever there is of refinement and elegance in the country; but luckily there are half a dozer girls, in their teens, easy material for stowing, who will sleep soundly on feathers, straw, or a bare floor, and be sure of a merry waking after; and all of us have learned Touchstone's true philosophy, "When we were at home we were in a better place, but travellers must be content." A party of pleasure must be poorly fitted for their vocation, if they cannot convert the incommodities of a narrow inn into materials for laughter. After a due investigation, it was settled that Mrs., and her tail of girls, should take possession of the ball-room; that Mrs. her nurse, and child, should have a little nest of rooms, some ten feet square-a strange penning up for one what last year at this time was fêted in lordly palaces, the cynosure of all eyes. To M., and F., and F., was assigned the only carpetted apartment as compensation for their French couches, psyches, mirrors, dressing-rooms, bathing-rooms, &c. at home; and I sent two of my young handmaidens to secure apartments for the rest of us at the inn over the way. They returned, charmed with their success. They had engaged for the gentlemen the refinement of sepa rate apartments, and for the four of us that remained, "such a delightful room-so Saxon!" I had some misgivings as to the quality termed Saxon; but what was my dismay, on retiring to my quarters, to find a townhall, (called by courtesy, ball-room,) built by the good citizens of Salisbury for their civil assemblings. By the feeble glimmerings of our lamp, I perceived at the upper into Italian poetry; and one of our foreign friends improvised verses in his own language, till, by common consent, each individual occupation was abandoned, and every eye and ear was devoted to Mrs. ——, while she read to us the first scenes in the Merchant of Venice. I doubt if a theatrical representation of Shakespeare, with all the aid of scenic effect, and dramatic illusion, can equal such a reading of the play as Mrs. extremity of the apartment, some fifty feet long, an orchestra, which the fervid imaginations of my young purveyors had, I presumed, converted into a dais. The room was illuminated by eight windows with not even a paper curtain-nothing but the dark scarlet bombazet demi-curtain, which seems the favorite ensign of our country inns. Beside the windows, there is a door opening on to a piazza, large enough to have afforded egress and ingress to all the gods of our Saxon fathers, -'s. The acted play is necessarily cut down and and quite in character for their impartial hospitalities: garbled, and nine-tenths of what remains is travestied it had no fastenings to exclude volunteer guests. And by bad actors; but, read by Mrs., Shakespeare is further, this "delightful Saxon" apartment had a sanded truly interpreted, and every word delivered in a voice floor, which, as my young companions chose to course that is the most effective, as well as the most delicious up and down its fifty of length, was rather unfriendly organ of the soul. That voice, with her electrifying to the sweet offices of sleep. But in spite of this-in eye, and her miraculous variety of expression, breathe a spite of the windows rattling in their casements-in living spirit into the written words, and each character spite of a rising northeaster-of the blowing open of the appears before you in its individuality and completedoor, and the pelting in of the rain, a king might have ness; not only the intellectual Portia, the cool, subtle envied our sound sleep on the teamsters' beds of this and avenging Shylock, but the grave and generous An"delightful Saxon" apartment! Such wonderful trans-tonio, the sagacious Gratiano, &c. &c.—such characters muters are exercise and fatigue, of straw-beds and as on the stage, are either automatons or buffoons. But coarse coverings into down and fine linen. Mrs., who seems in the versatility of her talents as well as in her genius, to be "near of kin" to her great master, had no sooner closed her book than she sprang up stairs into the ball-room, to teach La gavot, and finding in a corner of the room an old crimson banner, belonging to the citizen-soldiers of Salisbury, and a sort of helmet-cap that had probably graced their commander, she donned the one and flourished the other, impersonating an heroic chieftainess, who might have appropriated the words of Clorinda— "Son pronta ad ogni impresa; L'alte non temo, e l'umili non sdegno." Here is the summons to dinner. How has the rainy morning been charmed away! Wednesday morning.-The winds are howling, and the rain driving, and our strolling company must be housed for the day. Picturesque travellers, we must make our own pictures. Shadows are always ready, and it will be strange, if with the bright spirits around us, we cannot put in our own lights. Half a dozen propositions are already afloat for the amusements of the day. "Shall we get Mrs. to read Shakespeare to us?" or "shall we prepare for waltzes and tableaux ?" It is agreed that the blonzes of our Milan friends will make charming costumes for the girls, and the scarlet curtains will work up admirably into bandit gear-it will be the first real service the detestable things ever rendered. In the meantime, I have set my merry girls and our Italian cavalieri to sweeping the sand off the floor. A is decorating it with a series of family portraits he has discovered, evidently painted by some unlucky tinto, who had no other mode of furnishing the quid pro quo; for the landlord has sat for three portraits-laws that govern them. Here is our kind little landlady once with folded hands, then reading, and then meditating; and the landlady is presented in the vanities of a most versatile wardrobe. Our Italian friends seem to produce strange perplexity in the minds of our entertainers. The woman who waited on our little party at breakfast, came to me after it was over, saying, in a most apologetic tone, "I am afraid you can't understand me any better than I can you ;" and my assurance that I was her countrywoman, brightened her countenance with the first perception that we were not all outlandish folk. It is a pity that metaphysicians instead of scoffing at the theories of philosophers older than themselves, and striking out new systems to be scoffed at in their turn, do not observe the minds around them, and the who has been perfectly happy all the morning in the satisfaction she was preparing for her guests. How cheerfully she has performed the multifarious labors of housewife, cook, and maid of all work, crying "anon, anon!" to every one's bidding, and casting her smiles like sunbeams beyond the clouds that were scudding before her. The odor of a turkey roasting for dinner, (a rare dainty at this season in these country parts,) acted as a charm against fatigue and disquietude of every sort. The dinner hour came-the turkey was served-the hungry guests sat down to dinner. It was The floor is swept. A— has crossed the brooms as a moment of honest triumph to the good woman—a trophies over the door-some are tossing B- in a moment when the little vanities of the housewife were blanket-others gallopading, and the rest waltzing with dignified by the benevolence of the woman. But, alas! the family portraits! We shall have no lack of amuse-night is next to day; and not more dismal is the change from light to darkness, than the vanishing of the poor At eleven, the whole party assembled at the upper hostess' smiles, when she saw the strongest, skilfullest inn, where a centre-table having been tastefully arran-hand among us laboring in vain to separate the joints of ged by the young ladies, so as to give a most civilized the ancient gobbler, who, though the father of generaaspect to the apartment, we gathered round it. Curtions, she had undoubtedly brought to a most untimely amateur artists busied themselves with finishing up the end. The poor woman, for the first time that day, sat sketches of the previous day. The girls cajoled the down. All the toils of the day-all the runnings to and landlady out of her knitting work, and sat most de-fro, were accumulated at this moment. Hope had murely at it. Our Italian scholars translated English cheated her into unconsciousness of her burdens, and at ment. the touch of disappointment she sunk under them. Now | us nothing but good-it has laid our enemy, the dust, our metaphysical result is, that there are certain powers of the mind, which, brought into action, abridge labor even more than spinning-jennies. After dinner we fell into an argument on the tendencies of the Catholic religion, to prolong the dominion of absolute governments. Fearnestly contending against it in spite of his sixteen years in the dungeons of Spielberg, which we might have expected would have prejudiced him in favor of our argument. quietly at our feet-washed the trees-greened the fields--and brimmed every little brook, so that this seems the land of fresh and gushing streams. The elements had ceased their hostility, and air, earth and water, were ministering to our enjoyment, when, lo! on descending a hill, we came upon a stream that had overflowed its banks and flooded the road for a long distance. We stopped to take counsel of an old resident, who assured us there was no danger, and those among us who were as brave as the Duke of Marlborough—that is, who feared nothing where there was sundry of our juveniles, who were suddenly pervaded with a sense of Falstaff's alacrity in sinking. After all it was but one of Andrew Marvel's dangers, and only served to add one to the pictures laid up in our memo horses dashing into the water, and to watch their passage, as they were now nearly hidden by the light foliage, that almost embowered the narrow road and now emerged from it. At Canaan falls we rejoined, by appointment, some dear friends who had come from home with us, and who, during the rainy day, had enjoyed a welcome that might have been envied by him, who boasted that his kindest welcome was at an inn. Canaan falls have long been known as furnishing valuable water privileges, and as being the location of profitable furnaces, but being far from the grand routes, they have been little visited by amateurs, and few of this dainty body probably know that there is a fall of sixty feet in the Housatonic. Human beauties have their "handsome days," and so have the beauties of inanimate nature, if that can be called inanimate that breathes harmony, and speaks to the soul. Never, I am sure, were these Thursday morning.—We sent through a pelting rain, a mile and a half, for a fiddler, ensconced him in the orchestra, lighted up our tin chandelier and began dan-nothing to fear-proceeded, in spite of the outcries of cing, though we had but one cavalier who did not declare himself hors de combat. Fortunately two wandering stars suddenly rose above the dreary horizon of our young damsels. The one was a young man who introduced himself as Hermann Hinklinker, a German stu-ries; for it was a pretty sight to see the omnibus' dent, and his companion, a Count Catchimetchikoff, a Pole. They both spoke English well. The German student was a sort of admirable Crichton. He seemed an universal genius, and whatever he was called upon to do he did marvellously well. His eye was that of an inspired poet, and his countenance, conversation and manners, had the witching charm that belongs to the knight of bower and hall. As if by instinct he selected the lady of our fair company, who has been presented at foreign courts, and might grace an epic poem, and having called in vain on our rustic fiddler for various dances foreign, he gracefully joined a quadrille, a country dance, and Virginia reel, and danced with as much glee as if they were the dances of his own land and fondest associations. His companion, the Polish Count, with the unpronounceable and almost unwritable name, was boyish and unpractised, but he had the freedom of a seemingly happy nature, and a certain air of the well-falls seen in a more becoming light. The river was born and well-nurtured, that was pleasing. At half past nine our dancers had exhausted their superfluous activity, and we adjourned to the little parlor where our wondrous student sang German, Italian, French, and English with equal facility, and with an expression that waked all the soul within us; and that, perhaps, is the prosaic interpretation of what the poet means by "creating a soul under the ribs of death." The young Polish prince sang an accompaniment, that at least showed long practice, with his more accomplished friend. Our hostess sent us in a refection of cakes and peaches, and we separated at twelve, bidding our strange visitants "good night," as if they were of us. Who were they? Whence came they? Is it possible that their advent was connected with the disappearance of two of our party, Mrs. ———— and Miss ———, who left us after tea, and did not appear again till this morning? filled by the rains of the previous night, and literally verified what was said in another sense, by our good woman of the inn, when she told me "the falls were well worth seeing-there had been a great addition to them." "What, more water?" "Oh no, more furnaces !" And, in truth, furnaces are not very bad "additions." They certainly are far less offensive accessories to falls than factories, which are so upright, so freshly painted, and so full of windows. Whether it is that Ketch's marvellous pencil has redeemed a furnace from all utilitarian and anti-picturesque associations, so that you cannot see one without thinking of the young page Fridolin, and his beautiful mistress; or that there is something that harmonizes with trees, rocks, and water, in these buildings, that always look old, brown, dingy, and ominous, with their glowing fires gleaming through their port-holes. Some of our party who had seen Schaffhausen, were struck by a resemblance of these to those celebrated falls, and had the courage to pronounce them little less beautiful. I shall not attempt to describe them. Painting even is an ineffective presentment of a water-fall; and words, without the spell Ten o'clock.-Good, as well as evil, comes unlooked of genius, cannot conjure up to the imagination the for. The wind has changed-the clouds are breaking motion and force of the river, as it rushes over the preaway-the carriages are ready-Ho! for Canaan falls! cipice-the rocks above, that seem in vain to have tried Our friend, R. A—, has joined us. This is his home, to repel and obstruct its passage-the pretty islandsand he has undertaken hospitably to show us the beau- the steep banks, with their dark cedars--the rustic ties to which he is native, and which he rightly appre-bridge below-the long stretch of the river, and the ciates, and unostentatiously enjoys. The rain has done far distant hills that bound the horizon, and all touched It is still raining, and has rained all night, as it did upon the drowning unbelievers of Noah's time. The wind is still east, and our pictorial party will probably go home again without either seeing Canaan falls, the lakes, or Bash-Pish. with a light that would have set an artist or a poet off most part, make up that class that can indulge in the into ecstasy. luxury of travelling, and summer excursions, do not spend their short holiday in exploring their country and making acquaintance with its lonely solitudes--and why should they? We must be content to let people But the majority of our caravan were neither artists nor poets; so after running up and down the bank, to the bottom and the top of the fall, wondering, admiring, and exclaiming as much as could be reasonably ex-be happy in their own way. There are no daily papers pected, we returned to enjoy a very nice lunch, in a degree that could not have been exceeded by poets or artists. En passant, we commend, as in duty bound, the nice inn at Canaan falls to the wayfarer, where he will be sure of finding that rarity, fresh eggs fresh, and cakes and pastry most skilfully compounded. at Bash-pish or Canaan falls-no prices-current-no reports from the stock market-and the most irresistible French dresses, or (as one of my fashionable friends styles them) even the most romantic French dresses, and the most perfect "loves of capes," would be worse than wasted there. But, as I urged to Mrs. ―, is there We had yet a drive of five miles in extent round not a much larger class in our country, than the priviFurnace lake to Salisbury, and then a tour round Salleged aristocracy of any land can furnish, sufficiently isbury lakes, so called-par excellence. The views re-educated to relish the beauties of nature? A love of naturning, of upland and lowland, were most beautiful. ture, amounting to a passion, is innate with a few-but We were driven to the summit of a hill whence we saw a very few. With the greater part it needs to be awaall the Salisbury world and the glory thereof. We kened and cultivated. In the eager pursuit of the first passed a rill that our rainy day had swollen into what necessaries of existence, this love or taste has been appeared a mountain torrent, and finally passing round neglected among us; but it is precisely one of those the lower margin of Furnace lake, reached our inn at pleasures that suits the mass of our people, for it is rathree o'clock. The day was still unclouded, and as the tional, most moral, and unexpensive. Nature exhibits shadows were lengthening, every hour added to the her pictures without money and without price. Her beauty of the scenery, so that the eye, not satisfied, as it show-rooms are every where open without respect to is never satisfied with such seeing, our party, excepting persons, seasons, or hours. And are there not at this Mrs. and myself, set off for the lakes. moment, scattered in our secluded places and retired villages, numbers who quietly and unostentatiously enjoy the festival nature has spread, and who are getting that 'wisdom' which Opposite the inn there is a very green field, and this field is traversed by a little stream, that is, I believe, the outlet of the lake on Mount Rhiga; at any rate its birthplace is on that high mountain, and as it flows through this fresh bit of meadow land, it retains its free and joyous mountain character. There is always in the sound of running water a voice of invitation; and Mrs. and myself, having no heart to resist such a bidding, passed through an open barn, which afforded us the readiest access to the meadow, and then strolled along the margin of the brook to a clump of sycamores, from whose roots the earth had been so washed away as to afford a good seat, and their clean white stems a far better support than our perpendicular country chairs. The trees along this brook are not the willows and light shrubbery that usually affect our water courses, but groups of noble oaks, elms, maples, and sycamores, (the original growth I believe,) disposed as if they were planted by the most skilful artist-and were they not? "is a pearl with most success Sought in still water, and beneath clear skies?" And are there not prisoners pent in our cities, who hunger and thirst after the green meadows and misty mountain tops? With the shadows, we again all gathered at our head quarters, and passed the evening in representing a secret meeting of the Carbonari. One of our Italian friends, who, for the project cherished in these meetings, had suffered sixteen years in the dungeons of Spielberg, showed us the mode of inaugurating a new member of the society; and different members of our party, being instructed in their official duty, regularly initiated a young black-eyed girl into the secrets of membership. We went early to bed, to prepare for the fatigues of the next day. Little did we know what preparation was necessary. Pity that one cannot take in an extra quantity of rest, as Dalgetty did of provant! and Friday morning-after being joined by Miss her brother, our Salisbury friend, well fitted to be our guide and companion, and indeed furnished to every good work, we began the ascent of Mount Rhiga, on our way to Bash-pish, which was to be the crowning point of our excursion. The road begins alongside the little brook aforesaid, and continues its delightful companionship for four miles to the summit. There is but "If this were in England," said Mrs. " reverting to her English associations, "it would make the fortune of our innkeeper. There we have a large class who haunt such places. That barn would be removed, or rather it would never have been placed there, and the little aid that nature needs to give it all the attraction it is capable of, would not have been spared; but in your country the supplies that nature yields to physical wants is all you get from her. There are a few individual exceptions; but for the most part those of your people who can afford the luxury of travelling, throng the wa-just space enough between the brook and the close set tering places; they go in herds, and must eat, drink and live, in crowds. To love and enjoy nature, requires a certain degree and kind of cultivation, which your people have not." In spite of the amour-propre, which one instinctively extends so far as to embrace one's own people, I could not but admit that there was much justice in my friend's strictures. The denizens of our cities, who, for the trees for a road. The branches of the trees often stretch over and interweave above your head. The flowers of the season, the gentians, asters, and golden rod, were thick set and blooming among the turf, and the long ferns hung over like green plumes. "This," said Mrs. —, as she marked the laurels planted all along the roadside, must be paradise in June; it is just such a drive as our noblemen obtain in their parks |