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BY ALFRED B. STREET.
Summer Fancies - No. 3.
heel, blood bounding, cheeks tingling, and, if the truth must be told, nose freezing, wrapped in a sense of the
most exquisite delight — why, I fairly dreaded the apBlazing hot ! old Sol sends down his arrows burning proach of evening. The sun-set shaping his golden arfrom his furnace. Really, this is melting work, even to chitecture in the west was as hateful to me as a dun to live. The trees are motionless. One or two smooth a debtor. It was a polite invitation to me to return silver clouds just above in the zenith ditto. In the home; and I generally accepted it, for the pond is two south-west horizon is a pile of them sleeping, and in miles from the village and the road gloomy through thick the east a multitude collected, like a fleet of sails in a woods. By the way, Monticello, the village I speak of, calm. All else is glossy, sparkling, deep-blue sky.- is another of my weaknesses. I intend to describe it The black counterfeit of that elm upon the grass, looks one of these days as it appears about four o'clock of a as though some cunning hand had painted it there, so
still sleeping summer afternoon. still are the leaves and boughs. The most delicate
I would rather not think, however, how my feet achthread of gossamer would fall “plumb” to the ground. ed after I had unbound my skates, or the deadly numbThere is not the quiver of a spray in the elms or horse-ness that then took possession of the muscles about that chesnuts. It seems as though “ the pulse of Nature part of the “understanding.” That is not so agreeable. had run down and ceased to beat."
Memory avoids that. Mimosa-like it shrinks from the Well! they may talk of the fierce heat of the Equa-touch of every thing harsh. It is its most beautiful tor, where it fairly reddens the air, and where beneath quality. Memory is as the sweet azure that rests upon it the aloe that with us marks centuries by its flow- the far landscape. All angles, and inequalities, rugged ers, goldens every five or six years ; I think the sun-fire surfaces and cold raw repulsive features, are hidden, and of to-day will match it, or any thing else short of the melted into a glow of dreamy delicious beauty. The breath of a furnace. Oh, ye shadowy woods! Oh, ye grassy knolls, the fragrant nooks. the limpid waters cool grassy hollows! Oh, mountains black with man- and blossoming boughs of each past scene alone start tling leaves ! Oh, pleasant hill-sides casting broad ex. into sight as the sunbeam of memory strikes over it. panse of shade as the sun stoops in the west! Oh, al- The shadows of forgetfulness hide the rest. der darkened streams! how your enchantments “stand After stamping some time upon the snow, my feet out” from the mental canvass. Buz, buz— the wings of would get into walking order. Then, hurrah for the insects in those cool dark places ; gurgle, gurgle — the village; threading the black stumps of the clearing, we laugh of the stream over its glittering pebbles; tap, tap would pass, “ in double quick time,” along the road
the hammer of the wood-pecker on the maplestem which winds downwards to the right. How beautiful the black with shadow. The wall of my room disappears; forests would look from the sunset's charm; aye, even in its place is a brook with clumps of willows and thick in the depth of Winter's sternest reign. What a glow ets of alder. In its broadest part with an emerald roof in the heart of the old wood. The snow would blush made by the locked branches, there is a group of cattle into delicate ruby. The top of each hemlock was not, standing knee-deep. Is’nt that comfort — old line-back like the rest of the tree, made of dingy weather-beaten stands there as composedly as though there was not a foliage! No. The genii of the hour had there substiAy in the universe, and as for milk-pails she scor'is the tuted a cap of the richest gold. In other places they thought. Brindle too, with his red back fleckered with had thrown in hand-fulls of sunshine, so as to deck the a straggling ray of sunshine ; why, he would rather gaunt boughs for a brief space with “ fruits of the Heshave a galled side forever with the privilege of the perides” and to create the momentary delusion that the stream, than a whole skin and trudge at the plough as laurels had got a queer habit of wearing their gorgeous he did all day yesterday. There is a certain pond too, pink flowers in December as well as June. There was as it is generally about Christmas time, that comes be a profusion of diamonds too flashing all over the snow fore my eye. Clad in its icy mail, dark, smooth and wherever a stray beam splintered. The minute cryslustrous, e'er a snow-fake has whitened it, it gleams tals were dazzling. And hark! from the far swamp out
Pleasant pond, most beautiful of basins, I came the wolf's long melancholy howl; a preparatory mean thee! How often have I launched away on thy clearing of the throat for the midnight serenade. glassy bosom, feeling perfect rapture in the glide of the I mentioned June a few lines back, and that brings skate. And then “crossing the line.” A great play me again to where I started — heat, heat, heat. Still that. Such "going ahead,” and scattering, and wheel- my mind Aies off again to Pleasant Pond — not now, ing and turning and chasing and dodging, and pitching, however, arrayed in gleaming ice, but with its cool blue and falling and head-bumping and stars-seeing! Bless sparkling surface rippling to the breeze. And this puts my soul ! how we youngsters did “walk into” that me in mind of the summer baths I have so often enjoyed sport. How vividly this lovely expanse of water is in its bosom. We'll suppose it to be about six o'clock painted on my memory. There is the outlet, with its in the afternoon of a hot sultry day. dark hemlock woods. There is the high gracefully “Come fellows, let's go to the Pond and have a swim." sloping hill at the north – there is the western bank Agreed.” leaning gradually with its meadows and orchards to the Well, we turn the corner at the “stone store" and brink, and the southern clearings brightening up every trudge along up the hill, fields upon either side. We year into grass and grain.fields. That, however, is its pass the bluff to the left, and still go winding up until summer aspect. Well, as I was saying, how often have we reach the crest of the eminence. Here the woods I skimmed over its surface, winged like Mercury at the ommence and the road winds downwards. Turning,
the village is in full view - a collection of roofs with shadow far over the pond, and altogether it was a fit three spires, the two nearest being the Presbyterian haunt even for the water spirits. Oh, the luxury of “meeting house” and Court-house, and the other the those baths! Oh, the delight with which we laved in church of the Episcopal persuasion surrounded by the liquid balm. The soft clear water, the coolness, mountain ash trees. I do'nt know what put the odd the freshness, the bright bubbles dancing around us, the conceit in my head, but The Court-house and the Pres- vigorous plunges, the dives and the raining of the glancbyterian Church always appeared to me from this point ing drops from our heads as we rose again to the surface. of view, like two gigantic steamboats running a race There was a streak or two of water lilies a short dis“ neck and neck."
tance from the shore just where the shallow water We enter the broad deep grateful shadow cast by the shelved into the deep. The broad flat leaves, the golwoods at this hour quite across the road, and tread down- den balls of blossoms were pleasing to the eye — but the wards ; and what a cool pleasant road. Fairly steeped enormously long stems twined such a net below that it in shade. The tops of the woods, ragged and irregular was “the deuce and all” to break through it. Often as the edges of a birch leaf, have a thread of gold run- whilst swimming along the outer edge have I felt a cold ning along — a rim of pure brightness from the radiance slimy substance twine rapidly around my leg, and with of the stooping sun — and then such slant lights, such the cry of “Water-snake, water-snake,” have I paddled broken rays, such dazzling spots, such sketchings and and kicked and spattered, breathless and almost spent, flickerings and playings of leaf, bough and stem-ghosts into the shallows, where, lifting the suffering limb I have upon the grassy sward of the forest. I used to be fair- found one of those long villainous speckled stems around ly entranced with pleasure. All the inhabitants of the it. Speaking of the shallows, what is there more dewoods too would be out. Here a milk-snake crept lightful than to feel the foot sinking to the ancle in the away — there a " chipmunk” darted along with his soft cool mud that lines the bottom ? To be sure, like brush elevated like a soldier carrying his musket now every thing else in life, there are drawbacks there, for we heard the capricious and broken warble of the robin if your foot happens to light on a jagged stick or a sharp —and hark! from the pine-top steals the sweet liquid stone, it is not so pleasant, “Jim, are there any bloodbell-like song of the brown-thrasher. Most melodious of suckers on my back ?” was always the first exclamaminstrels hail! Ilow often have I stopped in some for- tion as we hurried shivering into our garments. I say est path and listened with rapture to thy brilliant strain. hurried, for the evening air was generally a little chilly, Ole Bull himself never gave birth to a more skilful and then there were the terrors of “mumble the peg.” fourish than the one with which thou endest the third But with what tingling blood, what elastic vigor, wbat and last note of thy beautiful air. From the depths of a sense of cleanliness, did we leave the scene just as the wood thou raisest thy dirge to the dying day, clear the king of all the bull-frogs opened his awful, I may and sweet thy welcoming sounds as morn leaps bright- say tremendous, roar. Deep, hoarse and guttural — you ly from his dappled couch.
would think that the whole pond was in rebellion to his There is a saw-mill to the left, amidst what was a sovereign will. And with the landscape gray in the clearing four or five years ago spotted with black twilight, like an india-ink drawing, we have then“ made stumps ; spaces of rich grain, however, showing that the tracks” for the village. plough and harrow had been busy with it. From the
Civil List of the New Netherlands. saw-mill came a deep still brook lined with alders, and across it the road was carried by means of a plank India Company, for the payment of the following per
Estimate of the expenses to be defrayed by the West bridge there is then a little rise of the ground, and upon this rise at each side of the road were (and proba
sons, for the year 1650. [Dutch Documents.)
Florina pr. mo. Yearly. Equal to. bly are still) some twenty or thirty of as perfectly scath
3,000 $1,200 ed and blasted hemlocks as lightning ever struck and
1 Second to act as koopman and receiver,. 120 1,440
1 Fis Kaal, (Attorney General,).......... withered. I remember the storm that caused the havoc
1 Secretary, and book-keeper of monthly well. Such terrific gusts, such broad blinding light- wages, .. ning, such awful bursts of thunder, such cataracts of
I Clerk of merchandize and shop goods,.. 60 rain! Spirit of the storm! how tremendous was thy
1 Minister, or Clergy man, ...
1 Schoolmaster, Reader and Sexton, ..... 30 Another hill rises upward — a blue streak is caught, 1 Constable, still higher-broader gleams, until upon the level of the 1 Provost, or public executioner, ........ hill the broad beautiful surface of Pleasant Pond, glassy 1 Corporal with a soldier to clean the arms, and smooth, and glittering in a glow of mingled sweet
and a smith,
1 Commander, tints, spreads before the eye.
1 Ensign, All this may be well enough, says the reader, but 2 Sergeants, where's the “ swim.” “ Just so,” and we'll come to 2 Corporals, the point. There is a particular place upon this pond
624 where we used to take our baths. Within the green
4 Cadets (Adelborsten,) 40 Soldiers,
6,240 2,496 grassy hollow of the bank where a stripe of white sand
I Surgeon for the troops, recived the little ripples, those pulses of the water nev- 1 Skipper for the sloop,.............. er entirely still, there we used to stop. A dead tree 4 Sailors, ......................... each projected into the pond and from its end we passed into 1 Boy,
720 720 300
1 Assistant do..
288 288 120 576 144
180 720 540 600 432 156 720
72 288 216 240 173
43 the water. The hollow was cool — the bank cast its 1 69 Rank and file amount yaarly to,
300 300 624 108
120 120 250
Nostalgia, or the Home Sickness.
(From the French of Beranger.]
BY E. B. O'CALLAGHAN.
"Come Sheperd, follow us !” said ye to me;
" Yield to ambition and to Paris come; We will be thoughtful, for Autumn is near.
"Books, plays, our wealth and care shall readily
"Make you forget your rude and rustic home."
I came. Now look upon this face once more ;
The summer's burning heat hath dried spring's fountain.
Oh! give me back my village and restore
To me again my own, my native mountain.
Yet with your wish I cheerfully comply ;
But at your balls, a queen where woman reigns,
Alas! I, home sick, pine and slowly die.
Study, in vain, my tongue hath smoothed o'er;
Dazzled, in vain, have your fine arts my eyes.
Oh! give me back my village and restore
Its Sundays' dance to me, which still I prize.
You, with good cause, despise our evening plays,
And the rude tales and songs which then go round; London, is the original agreement between Milton and
Your opera would our witches quite amaze, his publisher, Samuel Symons, in 1666, for the copy of
In wonders rivalling famed fairy ground. * Paradise Lost.” It is written on one page of fools- Angels the Holy of Holies to adore, cap, signed by the contracting parties, and witnessed by The music of your concerts should obtain. “ John Fisher,” and “ Benjamin Green,” servant to Mr.
Oh! give me back my village and restore
To ine its songs and its rude plays again. Milton. The autograph of the great poet notwithstanding his blindness, is remarkably regular and distinct. Our huts obscure, our church in meThis interesting relic, we need hardly say, is carefully E'en in me, did oft contempt inspire ; preserved by its distinguished owner; it is framed and
Those crowds of monuments which here I see,
This Louvre and those gardens I admire glazed, and occupies a prominent place on the walls of
This magic palace which the sun, before the classical and hospitable mansion of the Poet of Me
It sets, gilds like a picture with its light. mory. Mr. Rodgers, we believe, gave seventy guineas Oh! give me back my village and restore for this relic. For the poem itselt Milton received ten Its huts and spires again to bless my sight. pounds, five being paid in advance, and five at the end
Convert the savage ; when about to sleep of two years, when 1300 copies had been sold. For
His last long sleep, he to his Gods returns ; each edition, not exceeding 1500 copies, five pounds My mother ost, remembering me, doth weep; were to be paid; but in seven years the poet died, My dog awaits me by yon fire which burns. and the widow disposed of all her right, title and inter
I've seen the avalanche and fierce wolf, o'er est, in the work, for an additional sum of seven pounds.
My flock, a thousand times, destruction spread.
Oh! give me back my village and restore Thus the whole copy of “ Paradise Lost” brought to
My shepherd's crook to me and my black bread. the author and his family seventeen pounds, and the bit of paper upon which the agreement was written, What hear I ? Heav'ns! for me you ’re full of searg. was sold and eagerly purchased for seventy ghineas.
“Go!” do ye say, "at break of morn depart;
"Your native air alone can dry those tears ; Milton was more than fifty years of age, blind, in- "Your own bright sun will heal your breaking heart.” firm and solitary, when he began the composition of his Taris, adicu ! thou gay, enchanting shore, great epic. At a similar advanced period of life, Sir From which the stranger can, with pain, he torn. Walter Scott, struck with misfortune, entered into an
Oh! my own village I behold once more,
And the wild mountain hills where I was born. engagement to liquidate by his literary exertions, a debt of £123,000. Milton rested his long cherished hopes “ I will overtake them or die."--Such resolutions are of lasting fame upon the work thus late begun ; Scott always very, very vain, as, indeed, is every other restated his character and reputation upon the fulfilment solution of human nature. Tossed as we are upon the of his last engagement. Both entered with character- sea of circumstances, and never knowing where the istic ardor upon their tasks, and, amid the pressure of next wave may bear us, there is but one resolution increasing age and infirmity. never lost sight of their which man can safely take, with even a probable hope anticipated reward. In several years, Milton complet- of not breaking it--the resolution of doing right, whated his divine poem, and held in his hand the pass- ever may be the event. Then, even then, he must port to immortality. In seven years Scott hed paid all count with daring boldness upon the stability and the but one sixth of his enormous debt. The prize was firmness of that most weak and wavering thing--his within view, independence seemed almost within his
own heart, grasp, but he had overtasked his strength, and disease, soon to be followed by death, came like an armed man. Never rejoice in the misfortunes of others—the clouds and closed the superhuman struggle.--Inverness Cou- may be raising which will overshadow your own prosrier.
had been at hand, at the conclusion of the boundary Excursion through the Slare States, from Washington on the Poto- negotiation, to suggest to the author that in transcribing
mac, to the Frontier of Mexico ; with Sketches of Popular Man- this “ journal,” which had been so regularly “written ners and Geological Notices. By G. W. FEATHERSTONHAUGH, up at least once a week,” he should omit all that porF. R. S. F. G. S. New-York : Harper & Brothers.
tion of it which abounds in stale denunciation of every This is another coinage from the Hall, Hamilton, thing which has not the British stamp upon it — all Fidler and Trollope mint; filled with the most virulent that portion of it which consists of a miserable attempt abuse of our countrymen and our institutions; and to caricature our institutions and our people – to vilify scarcely redeemed by an occasional display of wit or tal. Jefferson and other distinguished republican statesmen
The author tells us in his Introduction that the and patriots — and to daub with fulsome adulation the work was originally composed and prepared for the British monarchy and British institutions, manners, press in 1835, while he was still a resident of the United habits and customs, — and to retain only that portion States; but that “ he was induced, upon the advice of which consists of scientific speculations on the minerasome American friends of great respectability to re-con- logical and geological formations of the interesting porsider his intention of publishing. It was remarked to tion of our Western world which he was engaged in exhim, that however sincerely he might wish to avoid ploring, — we are not sure but we should have had a giving umbrage in any quarter, yet that the work con- valuable production ; although much of what is here tained some opinions, and the relation of some incidents contained has been much better said and far more ably which could not at that time fail to irritate a powerful illustrated by scientific geologists of our own land. As interest in the United States, and might set him at vari- it is, however, we have the usual number of changes ance with many esteemed friends. As this counsel rung upon the inexhaustible topics of American bluntcame from a friendly and judicious quarter, he deter- ness, American want of refinement, American coarsemined rather to suppress the work for a season than to
ness and vulgarity, American democracy and contempt expunge the passages objected to; and he was the less of aristocracy and monarchy and stars and garters, and reluctant to make this sacrifice, because, intending to other gew-gaws of royalty ; in short, we have Dickens, return to his native country, he could look forward without his genius and unaffected kind-heartedness to a period when he could express with perfect free. Trollope in pantaloons, Fidler redivivus, and Hall, with dom any opinions that were on the side of humanity, not a tithe of his cleverness. We had hoped this disof rational liberty and the moral government of man- creditable species of literary warfare was discontinued ; kind." In other words, he had prepared a nicely-sea- but if there are any more volumes of a kindred descripsoned dish of scandal for the craving appetites of his tion to be made from port-folios of ten years standing, own countrymen; but apprehending that “many es. we trust they will fall, so far as we are concerned, stillteemed friends” in the United States, whose open- born from the press; leaving the "enlightened British hearted, frank and unsuspicious hospitality he was en public” to laugh at our expense, and contenting ourselves joying and abusing, might not relish the ungrateful re- with the substantial enjoyment of a country and instituturns he was about to make für their kindness, he deem-detits, of which we have no other cause to be ashamed ed it more prudent to lay aside his viands until he was than that we have drawn somewhat too liberally for our fairly out of reach of these plain-hearted and plain.spo- own good, from the antiquated patterns of British manuken republicans, and safely housed in his trans-atlan- facture. The work is for sale in this city by Mr. E. tic retreat, whence he could “ express with perfect H. BENDER, No. 75 State street. freedom" his horror and detestation at democratic institutions. It seems, however, that he was again destined
Littell's Living Age.
Nos. 6, 7 and 8 are on our table. They fully realize to be disappointed; for just as he had again spread his board and arranged this tempting repast he was hon
the expectations which have been formed of the work. ored by her Majesty's government with the appointment There is great variety of matter in each number. The of Commissioner on the then existing boundary dis- elaborate criticism—the graceful and piquant sketchpute betwixt Great Britain and the United States of the well digested and spirited story—the racy jokeAmerica,” and from “obvious considerations” deemed the eloquent essay topics of the day and beautiful poetry
A careful and judicious mait “unadvisable to act upon his first intentions.” In diversify the contents. consequence, therefore, of the remonstrances and advice nagement is evidently at the head of the work, so that of his judicious friends, while here, and of subsequent each reader may find something to please his taste. official connections, as an umpire on a grave and impor- The exceeding cheapness of the work (12 cents for tant boundary negotiation, the British and American each number) is not the least of its attractions. Altopublic have for nearly ten years been deprived of this gether it is a very creditable undertaking and we wish
it success. precious treat; and the sole consolation which they can derive for this long deprivation must be looked for in First Lessons in Algebra ; being an easy introduction to that scithe important announcement that, notwithstanding the ence, designed for the use of Academies and Common Schools, great length of time, during which the manuscript has
by ERENEZER BAILEY, Principal of the Young Ladies High
School, Boston, &c. Twenty-third improved stereotype edition. lain in the repositories of his library, it has actually undergone no change either for the better or the worse,
The Political Class Book ; intended to instruct the higher classes and is “a faithful and almost literal transcription from
in schools, in the origin, nature and use of political power, by
William SULLIVAN : with an appendix upon studies for prachis original journals” and of the whole of such originals!
tical men, with notice of books suited to their use, by GEORGE IC “some American friends of great respectability"
MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE, GENERAL INFORMATION,
EDUCATION, SCIENCE AND THE ARTS.
GANSEVOORT - LANSING
ALFRED B. STREET,
S. S. RANDALL, Esq., PROF. JAMES HALL, AND OTHERS.
SEPTEMBER 2, 1844.
PAGE. Common Schools and District Libraries, 65 Musings,......
83 What is the true duty of the American Classical Fourier's Theory of Association,
67 Notes of a Trip to New York, Brooklyn, and Coney Robert Fulton-the first Steamboat, 69 Island,
86 Genius, by John Newland,. 70 Summer Fancies, No. 4,......
88 Bring Flowers," 76 Early Hours,
91 The Mountains of Northern New-York, by Prof. Geographical Terminology of the United States, ... 92 James Hall, .... 77 | Intemperance,..
94 The Quaker and the Robber, from the French of N. The Soldier's Death,
94 Fournier, ...
.... 80 | Brief History of the Revenues of Great Britain,. 95 Summer Thoughts, 82 Literary Notices,
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