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did mankind by a mistake as universal as its generations, vernment are not simply forms, wholly unimportant in

in its wars and contentions, and toiling and struggling, utter what was not in its heart, a grand system of falsehood legible on every page of its history?

That man is not naturally a selfish being. Does this then hold the place of a great fundamental truth in the system of the philosopher? Does it lie as the foundation stone upon which he has so laboriously reared the superstructure of his edifice? If so, he has evidently theorised upon a principle not in accordance with nature, not in accordance with truth. He has built upon a foundation which exists only in imagination. He is not in harmony with imperishable and unalterable facts. Nature cannot therefore accept his work.

Here then is the radical defect in the system of association. It attempts to elevate mankind by changing their social condition, to make them regard each other as brethren by making it their pecuniary interest to do so. It addresses man as a stock jobber: "It is thy interest to love thy brother. And wilt thou not do it?"Do it! In the name of Heaven how can it be done? "Can love be bought with gold?

Are friendship's treasures to be sold ?" INTEREST is not the cementing principle of society. Higher, purer and stronger ties join man with man: A noble principle is the bond of union; and higher truths the only elements in which man's intellectual and moral nature can attain its true elevation.

Given a good government and well ordered society, what remains in order to give man his true character and bring forth and illustrate the higher faculties of his nature? The schemer answers nothing. Given these conditions, and he will no longer be selfish, no longer cherish conflicts and discord. Anger, malice, bitterness and strife, these will have a way, as the combined order, securing to every man his due, shall introduce a new condition of things, new social feelings, a new faith, a new reign of peace on earth.

Thus dreams the man of theory. But what says universal experience? Was there ever a society in which man was not selfish, in which crime and controversy did not prevail? What then does this universal fact indicate? Does it not seem to prove that the miseries of mankind grow out of a deep, radical defect; that they are not simply the result of circumstances; that they grow not out of the accidental forms of the social system? In short, does it not seem to prove that the wants of man lie deeper than the outward forms of society; that they have their seat in his spiritual nature?

Forms of social life, are indeed of very great value. Essential as the condition of spiritual life, as the organs through which it speaks and manifests itself, as the natural representations of an indwelling truth, they are like the legislature of a nation, clothed with sovereign majesty; and as such for the time being receive a sovereign respect, imparting a royal influence. Not simply on account of the mere fact of representation, but in the very nature of things, forms are in themselves powerful either for good or for evil. We cannot say with the paper-saving Pope :

The forms of government let fools contest:
That which is best administered is best.

themselves. They have a higher value than merely to give shape to government, and consistency to the powers that be. They are in fact intrinsically and inestimably valuable as the means of informing and cultivating the minds of the people. To bring forth their higher powers, to inspire them with nobler virtues and loftier aspirations after the excellent and true, to harmonise society and infuse through all its institutions order and beauty, justice and truth, is indeed the highest end of human government.

To the particular forms and rules of the system of association we make no objection. They may or may not be such as time and experience will approve. The point most important in our view, is that the system is built upon a false principle. It assumes that society may be elevated in masses; that men may be constrained to walk in certain formulas, and by rule be elevated and refined. It is an effort to make the effect of education and a high moral cultivation, their cause; to transpose the order of events. Whereas, respect for the rights and feelings of the neighbor, social union and refined society, spring up as the natural result of high moral cultivation; the system of association attempts to secure this end by rules and forms; to educate and elevate mankind by a system of formalism. And herein consists its radical error. Gathered together upon a principle of common interest, associated as a people without regard to any religious system, bound by no obligation higher than that imposed by a mere external law, guided by no rule of right other than an individual sense of justice, the society can be held together only by the fact that its members are already prepared to go heartily at work in the spirit of association. If they are not prepared for this, by intelligence and moral fitness, they can do nothing. Their first step cannot be taken. Society is yet to be convinced that it needs elevation, and its members are to be taught that they need instruction, cultivation. Till then the majority of the people cannot be effected by it, cannot be interested in it. Indeed the advocates of the system do not even pretend that all men are prepared to enter into the association. No. And this is evidence the system is not founded in truth. It addresses itself to a particular class who do not require its aid, and not to the individual who is in pressing need of it. In this it is defective. Individuals compose society; and until they are refined and cultivated, society may indeed be elevated upon the stills of an empty formulary, but it can make no sensible progress till it walk honestly on the earth. Neither the freak of a boy, nor the schemes of the philosopher can transpose the order of nature, or change materially the unvarying course of human events.

Look to your Fruit Trees.-On examining the branches of the plum, pear, cherry, and other fruit trees, before the leaf comes out, there will be found attached to the limb a small cell, an inch or more in length, filled with the eggs of the caterpillar, and also cells holding the germ of other insects. They can be easily removed by the hand and burnt, and great destruction to S. CHEEVER.

In our judgment it is a false philosophy. Forms of go- the trees saved.

Printing establishment of the Messrs. Harper's in Cliffstreet, where we were conducted by the enterprising proprietors through a perfect maze and labyrinth of apartments six or seven stories in height and depth and something less than half a mile in breadth, "by the road," and after diving through caves and recesses extending in every direction, tunnel wise, under the city, and filled with volume upon volume of stereotype plates, ready at any given signal, to spring forth into innumerable printed books, we emerged into another building or series of buildings, on the opposite side of the street, equally full of the animate and inanimate ma

Notes of a Trip to New-York, Brooklyn, and Coney Island. ing fellows attached to the establishment, to the North On looking over the papers not long since, we disco- Carolina, lying in the harbor. Here we were received vered an announcement that some two thousand of the in the most courteous manner by Lieuts. Chandler and citizens of New-York, and its environs, were on that Gordon, and conducted through this noble ship, and afday, in pursuit of health and a temporary repose from ter an introduction to the venerable Commodore Jones, the cares of business, with their faces steadfastly set to- from whom time seems to keep aloof, out of respect to wards Saratoga. As if health, wealth, and peace of his virtues and sterling worth, as an officer and a man, mind, and innumerable other blessings which follow in we were landed at the Battery. From thence we availtheir train, could not be found without travelling a dis-ed ourselves of a polite invitation to visit the Mammoth tance of two hundred miles from the metropolis! It is a matter of some doubt, whether either of these commodities abound in inexhaustible profusion within the crowded space, bounded on the north by Twenty-second street, especially whether they, or either of them, are accessible during that most interesting season, beginning on the 21st of July, and ending not far from the 30th of August, commonly called and known by the name of Dogdays-lucus a non lucendo-no dogs being tolerated by Mayer, Aldermen and Commonalty, during that period. Invalids, exhausted receivers, and others, however, who require a change of air, and a change of scene, have only to procure themselves ferried across to Brook-terials "for the diffusion of useful knowledge," from lyn, to enquire at random for any gentleman of their whence in due time, we found ourselves again in the acquaintance reported to have a domicil there; in de- counting room of this vast and perfectly gigantic estabfault of finding such acquaintance, to bespeak an om- lishment. The senior partner of this celebrated firm nibus of the old school-or avail themselves of such being at the time engaged in presiding in the capacity locomotive accominodations as may best comport with of Mayor, at the General Sessions, we were unable to the humor they happen to be in, for the time be- pay our respects to him personally; but on our arrival ing, or the dense or rarefied atmosphere of their pock- at the immense pile of Egyptian architecture, in which ets, and to proceed forthwith by the most direct or the multifarious concerns of the police of this great city indirect route, or by two or more routes at once, acare conducted, we were shown through the building by cording as aforesaid, to Coney Island, or Rocka- his Hon. Justice MATSELL and Job Haskell, Esq. Here way Beach or Fort Hamilton, or any other practicable then were the Tombs, in all their gloomy desolation and harbor, where oysters and clams most do congregate, and utter dreariness: more gloomy, more desolate, more our word for it, the fragrant breath of old ocean, and dreary than imagination can well conceive, the fitting its playful embraces, will speedily restore them to an receptacle of buried hopes, of lost character, and of hopeunwonted degree of vigor, brace their animal frames, re- less despair-the monument and the result-alas! that new their lease of life, at the rate of ten years per day, we should be compelled to say it,―of the festering coror indefinitely, as the case may be, and put them on ruption of a great city. The necessity of such an institerms of friendship and good will with every living be- tution,-for we are not prepared to denounce it as unneing on the face of the earth, and every green herb. On cessary does it not speak trumpet tongued, against the this subject, we speak feelingly and ex cathedra; for civilization of the age-that portion of civilization at not long since, and at and about the commencement of the least, which is congregated in and about these "sores on pleasant season above mentioned, being for all practica- the body politic” which make up the great mass of trade ble purposes in the condition of an exhausted receiver, and commerce! Here was pointed out to us, the cell of we languidly threw ourselves on board the steamer Co- the murderer Colt,-the "very place" where that lumbia, at the foot of Lydius street in our goodly city, misguided and most unfortunate young man, wore and were put on shore at the head or foot of some avenue away the long and dreary hours, which preceded the leading via. Broadway and Fulton-street to Fulton-fer- deplorable catastrophe which terminated his existence; ry, from whence we proceeded to Fulton-street, in the "very place" on the narrow wall where on the day of Brooklyn. Availing ourselves of a friendly footing pre- his death, he had inscribed the words "Sufficient unto viously established with certain distinguished function- the day is the evil thereof;" the “very place” where he aries of that city, connected with the Board of Education, must have stood-the very position in which he must and of whom we shall have occasion to speak more at have sat, when he plunged the fatal dagger into his heart. length hereafter, we promptly accepted an invitation to The contracted dimensions of the cell, left no room for take a stroll over the Navy Yard for an hour or two. Here doubt on these heads. There and there only must have we had the honor of making the acquaintance of Com- been the spot; it could not, by any possibility, have been modore Stringham, Captain Hudson and Lieut. Ellison, elsewhere. The imagination had no room for play; who politely escorted us through the establishment-on you had only to fancy that Colt was before you in bodiboard the noble ship of war Columbus,-to the stocks ly presence; and his precise locality was undeniable. where the magnificent ship "Albany," is in process But enough of this. In another cell, busily engaged in of erection, and at the close of a delightful excursion writing at a desk attached by a loop to the wall immeover the grounds, sent us under convoy of six fine look-diately under the narrow aperture at which air and light

are admitted, was the pirate Babe-a young man of an the Blind-a noble charity situated in the upper portion engaging countenance, affording no indication of the of the city of New-York. The exercises were extremesleeping tiger within. In another was the associate of ly interesting-the music unrivalled. The "deep Saunders, the forger-a young man of an extremely in- diapason" of the noble organ in the performance of that teresting and attractive countenance. His cell was car- magnificent piece "The Dying Christian," filled the peted and his bed curtained; for they were shared by a vaulted arches of the chapel-and sounded in our ears beautiful wife and a lovely child. Yes-she had come long after its reverberating echoes had ceased to fall to be with him in his loneliness-perhaps she believed upon our senses We felt the full beauty of the chrishim innocent-perhaps she knew him to be guilty-tian's hope: the full triumph of the christian's faithperhaps but why heap up suppositions-innocence or and were prepared to respond from the depth of our guilt were alike to her. She knew not-she asked heartsnot"-" she but knew that she loved him," and that he was all the world to her and her child. Saunders himself occupied another cell at the extremity of the gallery. His countenance was indicative of vice and guilt and of the hell in his heart-sinister-cold, callous, destitute of all interest-repulsive and forbidding.What was it to him that a young heart was lacerated, torn and bleeding in an adjoining cell, where she at least, would never have found her way, but for himfor the fatal temptation which he held out to her deluded husband?

"Oh grave where is thy victory,

Oh death where is thy sting!"

It is due to this excellent Institution-to Mr. BOGGS, the Principal, and his assistants-and to the Board of Managers under whose supervision its affairs are conducted, to say that we found every thing to admire and nothing to censure in its arrangements, discipline and course of instruction. The pupils-one hundred in number, of which seventy are educated and supported at the expense of the State-exhibited unequivocal evidence of happiness and contentment-and a proficiency in the various branches of science unsurpassed by the inmates of any educational institution in the State. The Institution itself and the grounds about it afford every facility which the most philanthropic mind can desire for the accomplishment of the noble object which the State has in view. The specimens of manufacturing industry and ingenuity were plentiful and creditable: the instruction in music perfect-and the modes of communicating intellectual, moral and reli

Our conductor, Mr. MATSELL, seemed a great favorite with all these unfortunate beings. He had a kind word for all—and each returned his greeting with an affectionate interest. He had found the key to their rugged hearts. He treated them as fellow beingserring, ab indoned,-guilty perhaps: but still men and women, of like nature with his own. Here was the While he could not avert the fearful consequences of their crimes, he did not feel himself called upon, officially or otherwise, to add to their burdens:gious knowledge, admirable and effective. The pulpit and for this they were involuntarily attracted to him by those ties of brotherhood which the Creator has implanted in every heart.

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this respect, is not as generally known as it should be: and that hundreds of this unfortunate class are annually thrown upon the cold charity of the world, destitute of the means of support, and unfurnished with the resources of knowledge, who would on a proper application to the Superintendent of Common Schools, gladly be received and munificently provided for at this Institution.

in the chapel is occupied each Sabbath, alternately by clergymen of the different religious denominations in the city and no expense or pains is spared to carry out On leaving the tombs we crossed over again to Brook- the liberal and enlightened views of the managers of lyn, and after partaking of the hospitality of the excel- the Institution and the benevolent policy of the State. lent President of the Board of Education, we visited There is ample room for double the number of pupils Coney Island, by a most delightful route across the now receiving an education there-and the existing country-the whole of which presented at this season number of vacancies in the list of indigent pupils enthe aspect of a highly cultivated garden: returning by titled to be educated, supported and clothed, if necesway of Fort Hamilton, and stopping awhile at the spa-sary, at the public expense, is upwards of fifty. It is to cious hotel in its vicinity, commanding a magnificent be apprehended that the provision made by the State in prospect of the ocean and bay, we again found ourselves in Brooklyn, and were landed at the mansion of Samuel E. Johnson, Esq., the County Superintendent of Kings, where we enjoyed a "feast of reason and a flow of soul"-to make no mention of sundry other edibles and fluids of a less etherial quality, which after the bracing atmosphere of the ocean, were by no means unacceptable. Brooklyn is a pleasant and delightful city-embowered in a profusion of shrubbery-taste- But we must bring our hasty and desultory remarks fully laid out-and with all these advantages it is only to a close, with the expression of the high gratification matter of wonder that half New-York does not emi- which our brief excursion gave us, and our cordial apgrate thither at once. There is a striking uniformity in preciation of the kindness which rendered it, in an emithe appearance of the houses-a circumstance which in nent degree, pleasant and agreeable throughout. To a crowded city might lead to awkward after dinner mis- those of our fellow citizens who desire to pass an hour takes-especially on the part of strangers. The next or two, or an entire day, during this oppressive season, day, in company with Dr. THORNE, President of the with interest and instruction, we especially recommend Board of Education, Dr. KING of N. J., formerly the in- a visit to the Navy Yard in Brooklyn-where they will cumbent of that station, and County Superintendent of find every attraction, under the gentlemanly guidance Kings, Mr. DWIGHT of Albany, Editor of the District of the officers connected with that establishment, which School Journal, and others, we visited the Institute for the beauties of nature, the resources of art, and the as

sociations of an enlightened patriotism can afford. It And the sky too. Why it is brightening up wonderfulmay be useful also to state in this connection, for the in-ly. I should not be surprised if we had a very pleasant formation of all who visit New-York, and have an hour day to-morrow. I really think it will be the commenceor two's leisure on their hands, that the most liberal ar- ment of a long "spell" of fine weather. And that "pic rangements have been made by the officers of the North nic" too-how delightful it will be. Carolina and other ships of war in the harbor for the reception of visiters unprovided with the usual introductions from citizens--boats being constantly in attendance at the Battery for this purpose, under the direction of the officers. S. S. R.

Summer Fancies, No. 4.

BY ALFRED B. STREET.

Summer with all her beauty and glory is capricious as a flaunting belle of eighteen. When she does put herself upon her good behavior, her soft blue eye is full of delicious beauty, and the sunshine of her smile perfectly enchanting-and then her breath-what can be more sweet than the delicate kisses she bestows! Free and without stint too. She does not regard ranks and castes and conditions. Not she. Her mingled perfume melts as blandly on the beggar's brow as on that of Mr. cent per cent. She dries as well with her downy handkerchief the beaded drops upon the face of the toiling and industrious laborer in the grassy field as the scented person of the worthless fop, strutting with lu dicrous self importance upon the flinty pavement. She is not "aristocratic." She does not withhold her smiles from all but those of "one set." How "horridly vulgar" she is-is 'nt she.

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Nevertheless she has her faults, as before stated. She is capricious. She is not always in the best temper.She scolds sometimes. And then, like all that indulge in such pleasant occupation she loses her beauty. She is not to be recognised for the same person. Yes, she does scold sometimes confoundedly. And then, whew! what a screech her voice has. She pours out a volume of breath that literally unroofs your house. As some one used to say, "you cant hear yourself think." And her looks too-sour as verjuice. And such torrents of Dear me, how she will cry. Patter, patter, patter, patter, all day long, with such occasional gusts of breath, as almost to deprive you of yours. You go from room to room, from basement to garret, there is no relief. You long for a smile. You would give anything for a smile. But it's of no use. It is as it is. You submit then calmly to your fate. It will clearly be so to the end of the chapter. It will prove the most disagreeable summer you have ever witnessed. It will do nothing but rain and blow, blow and rain. You are convinced of it. Why how can anything ripen in such weather. What will become of the "pic nic" next Wednesday. The party all invited too. How ridiculous it is to set a part a day for diversion. It is always sure to rain. It always has been so and it always will be so. I have never known it to be different in all my life. I am a fool to think otherwise. But I declare the room is lighter-and the rain too is decreased into a gentle and pleasant murmur. Hah-sunshine, I vow, shooting across the chamber and striking in rich gold against the wall. How beautifully that mellow radiance dances now along the floor, and now upon the ceiling, as the branches toss it in their gentle waving.

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Summer has another mood also. A mood of sublime majesty and terrific grandeur. We'll suppose it, reader, to be a hot day. An easy supposition too about this time. Not quite hot enough to fry a salamander, but to all intents and purposes a hot day. The sky sparkles. The usual morning breeze has fairly swooned away.— There is a swimming haze in the air. The sun is a furnace. It is an effort to move. There is a dull weight upon every limb. As usual, imagination presents images directly opposite to the realities around you.— In your mind's eye the smooth glib ice spreads out-a glossy mirror. You see the air white with snow flakes. You stretch out your hand to catch some of the melting spangles-and you even try to fancy that the pure bracing wind from the North is blowing upon your forehead. And then you think of some clear shady pond sprinkled with the wrought pearl of the waterlily, where you used to bathe in times past. But it wont do. As Sam Weller says, its only a haggravation." You must bear it, that is as well as you can. Well, about noon, peaked clouds rise above the horizon. The air becomes if possible more close and sultry. The panting sheep lay their sharp noses to the roots of the grass. The cattle, lashing off the flies, stand leg-deep in the pools of the streamlet. The birds keep in the cool shadows of their tree-houses. The tops of the hills seem trembling in a pale haze. The clouds in the east are burnished with copper. All this while the "thunder caps" are thrusting themselves up. At length about four o'clock in the afternoon a dark ragged outline appears in the west. It rises higher, and now a black breast is seen surmounted with turrets and towers. An occasional glance of lightning glimmers, followed at a long interval by a low growl of thunder. The air feels damp. Still the trees are motionless. Not a leaf stirs. All is hushed. Solemn, still and gloomy. Something terrible seems brooding over nature. Higher and higher rises the cloud. Broader and broader the lightning. Louder and louder the thunder. An unnatural horrible shadow covers the earth. It is not dark, it is a ghastly yellow tint like the shade of corruption over the face of a corpse. The atmosphere is more damp and heavy. Still all is motionless as though nature has hushed her very heart. The cloud touches the sun.— It swallows it and a few big broad drops that seem wrung out by intense agony splinter upon the earth. A short pause succeeds, and then with a rush that bends down the trees like reed, and dims the air with dust, on sweeps the blast. A quick red dazzling gleam—a terrific burst, and like a cataract down dashes the roaring rain. Flash, comes again the awful lightning, as though some demon hand had burst open the portal to give an instant glimpse of the place of torment, and with a crack, and metallic rattle as though the portal had been dashed violently back, the thunder bursts.— Another gust-another torrent-the lightnings thicken in the swathing mist-the thunders leap, and riot in the heavens. Oh, the dark rain, how it slants and

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burthens of the winter snow when the greenness has de-
parted, has it not shrunk up from the valleys and hillsides
to frown blackly only in the ravines of the torrent and on
misty mountains. Proud monarch of the air, what will
soon be left thee! The crouching panther finds not his
lair, nor the lurking wolf his den. The camp-fire of
the hunter no more sparkles in the glade, and the rude
shanty of the settler has given place to spire and dwel-
ling. Where the bear slept in his hollow tree, the dis-
trict school house sends forth its inarticulate hum and is
training our future senators and governors in this land of
ours. A land of broad equality-where intellect com-
bined with energy and perseverance meets with its re-
ward. A glorious country this. Well, as I was saying,
I remember a magnificent thunderstorm on Pike Pond
some years since. Burr and I started for a fish."-
It was a fine morning, and we anticipated great luck.
And where was there ever a fisherman that did not an-
ticipate the same "on the start." I have had some lit-
tle experience, and I can safely say that I never went
on an expedition that my expectations were not as high as
my realizations were low on the "return march." Fish-
ing is a good deal like life. You commence with great
hopes-you get plenty of nibbles but precious few bites.
You persevere, however, confident your luck will come
soon. You wade along the current-throw your hook
here and there wherever a pool or ripple offer chances
of success-but you more frequently entangle your line
than your prey, oftener break your hook amongst twigs
and brushwood than draw up a trout. Frequently you
come across a deep dark basin lurking in a nook of the
bank-and you think what a glorious place for a two
pounder. You bait cautiously your hook, you drop it

wavers and smokes, and shoots up and cowers down before the furious blast. How it lashes the earth when it does fall, as though to revenge itself there for its torment from the wind. And that same wind, how it makes the trees bow down and tremble. The old oak of a thousand winters quivers and bends like a scourged slave before it. Aye, that same old oak that was in its prime when the sails of the May flower were bearing the human dragon's teeth of Freedom towards Plymouth rock, is a trembling coward now. But fainter and fainter waxes the tremendous din. The mist lifts up like a curtain. The thin scud shoots off. The black concave breaks up into massive gigantic clouds rolling towards the east, and glorious to behold, like the azure eye of earth's returning angel, above glows a space of tender lovely blue. Wider and wider it opens, and as the great clouds hurry away, here and there break through those spots of glowing sapphire. And lo, like a golden arrow a sun-beam shoots athwart the scene. The edges of the clouds above turn to silver whilst the east is like a wall of impenetrable blackness. Another instant, and then bursts forth the sun in blazing glory. Oh the magic change in the rejoicing landscape. The anointed eye in eastern fable saw not one more instantaneous. All seem life and motion and brightness and beauty. Amidst a tumult of breaking, shifting, rolling clouds, the sun (the great eye of the landscape) looks out in softened splendor. The distant plain glitters as though sheathed in polished steel. The outline of the mountain cuts clear against the freshened and crystal sky. The stream hurries onward in renewed strength. Each bathed leaf flashes like a mirror. Each flower is a shrine of perfume. Each tree is hung with jewels like a Sultana. Little delicate air breaths are flut-in gently as the fall of a snow flake. Lord, what a bite tering about. Birds are chirping-bees are hummingbutterflies are wavering all over. If an air breath or a bird touch a tree it shakes down its glancing diamonds like a deer after a bath in the Willewemoc. The heat has vanished. A cool fragrance breathes around. All this while there has been glowing upon the black wall of the east a delicate yet glowing arch, a tender, yet splendid braid, soft as a memory of the past, and brilliant as a hope of the future. Brightener of the deluge and sign of the covenant-it comes, the Mercury of the sun, winged with his radiance, and lighting upon the cloud, tells us that the tempest is past. The token of His great promise, and renewer of our humble trust, it also tells us everlastingly of God.

and you pull-snap-and you find yourself seated very comfortably in the water upon some sharp slimy stones with a broken line dangling from your rod. You curbless the twig at the bottom and try again. You have another roarer of a jerk, and this time you pull more cautiously. The writhing and indescribable "feel" at the end of the line tells you that there is a fish there to a certainty. You raise up gently and the sunshine flashes upon the rich gold and crimson of a pound trout. You swing him towards you, and just as your hand touches the glossy skin-wallop-down he plumps into the stream and shoots off like a dart. Fine sport that. This however is trout fishing. Whenever you have a pike on your hook you have it and that's enough.

I remember a thunder storm upon Pike Pond once. We started from the village and rattled off to White Pike Pond, reader, is a large irregular sheet of water in Lake, and having refreshed ourselves (those were not Sullivan county. It is about two miles from the New-temperance times,) on we went over the hard hilly burgh and Cochecton Turnpike, and was in the depths turnpike, merry as reckless tempers and thoughtless of the forest. How it is now I know not. The axe hearts could make us. We cared for nothing in those makes such queer work with the woods that we can days. By the way, White Lake is a fragment of paradise hardly keep track. It is a little instrument but in I intend also to describe some odd day or other. Well, it is the might of the thunderbolt. Say, you fierce on we went over the broad gray turnpike, scarce half eagle of a hundred years, what havoc have you seen it way down one hill before we found ourselves going up make. Has not your dominion, stretching once upon a the other. After five or six miles of this kind of seetime a hundred leagues beneath your keen bright eye, sawing we came to a small opening in the forests at our melted like a "dream of the night." Aye that beautiful right. A scarce perceptible wheel track amidst stones green kingdom, tossing in the summer sunshine its and patches of grass wound in, and we wound in also. countless leaves, (those ripples of the magnificent Oh, the grateful change we experienced. Instead of ocean) and bearing aloft on its strong arms heaped the burning heat and the thick dust we found damp

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