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a monstrous tavern on the table-rock-knocking up a grogshop on the top of the semi-amphitheatre into which the streamlet makes its leap, and damming up its waters-for miserable lucre-in order to charge the spectators a shilling a head for opening the sluice.

Oh! ye Oreads, Dryads, Hamadryads, and Napeids! Thou, sweet and solitary Nymph of the now desecrated grot! And ye, tiny Naiads of the rivulet and the daring cataract! Whither have ye fled! And had ye no avenger? Do the storm and the hurricane roar harmless for ever beneath your immemorial haunts? Do the great Thunder, and the all-consuming Lightning, which was wont to visit the lofty places of the earth-the tall pines and the presumptuous towers, and the monuments of ancient kings -riot idly beneath the regions ye have loved? Will not winter, when the trees, each of which belonged to one of you, freeze and shiver on the ice-incrusted scalps of those Titan-hills which you once made your homes-when he binds up your springs, arrests your torrents, and piles up his snow in your valleys, nooks, and pathways-will he not in some indignant and tyrannic mood lock up your invaders in monumental cold, to perish without succour or sympathy? I thought in my folly that those two barren acres. and that sacristy of nature were inappropriable, and that they belonged to mankind. It was an idle thought. Could the bowels of Etna or Vesuvius be subjected to human power, Enceladus would be made to roar by contract, and the natural fireworks be exhibited for a consideration!

Such might or would have been the expression of my indignation, when I heard of the profanations to which I have adverted. An actual inspection of the Improvements, as it may well be conceived, did not mitigate my exasperation. Human converse and human comforts reconciled me however for the time being, and, prosaically, to the change; though poetically it was and must be impossible to do so. The place has been made vulgar; the nymphs have fled;

it has been trodden by the feet of cockneys, unnumbered and innumerable; lackadaisial lovers have made soft matches in its rarified air, where their small wits were weakened by expansion; and the qualities of the victuals and drink which may be bought upon it have been painfully puffed in the public prints. It is desecrated. And though the elements should carry away every vestige of the improvements, it can never more, unless dreadful oblivion shall shroud the past, be gazed on from afar as a point in the outline of the blue figure above the horizon, which the heavens seem to vindicate as their own, or be visited with reverent footsteps-as it was gazed upon, and as it was approached, in the days that have departed.

Yet, with agreeable company, one may get along there well enough, I have no doubt. When I was there the second time, which was a few years ago, I went up the Hudson in a crowded steamboat. I am fond, when in the mood, of mingling with the accidentally-assorted contents of these conveyances. We are not obliged to be brought into such close compact with disagreeable individuals as we are in other contrivances for the transportation of people by land and water. And we often make temporary acquaintances, from whom we part with a feeling of pleasant melancholy. On this occasion, I was pestered with an Englishman, who had come out to see about selling some cotton stuffs for his employers, and having two weeks on hand, before the return of the packet, was making notes for his travels. As we passed the Highlands, he observed that they were nice Ills. He inquired whether the other end of the Hudson emptied into Hudson's Bay; and being told yes, made a memorandum to that effect.

Even those who find the Pine Orchard an Elysium, have to go through Purgatory to get to it, in the usual warm season. The musty adage says that we must all eat a peck of dirt in the course of our lives, and the whole of this penalty will be exacted in riding, on a hot and dusty day, from


the Catskill-landing to the hotel on the mountain. When the crowded vehicle, in which we were dragged up the ascent, drove round in front of the inn, the company were in a sorrowful-looking plight; and as we regarded each another's condition, the ridiculous contended manfully with the sublime for the mastery. There, to be sure, was the vast view at our feet; but there too was the big hotel, all shining new, with well-dressed multitudes promenading its piazzas, and inspecting the travel-soiled and fatigued new importations with complacent curiosity. And then the trouble with baggage and servants, and procuring one's self quarters and needful comforts-though there is no host more civil and agreeable to be found in the land than the lord of this wooden castle in the air-these things must effectually interfere with the feeling of awe, if not with that of simple wonder, which the instantaneous bursting of the vision below upon the sight is calculated to produce. The ladies severally said, Oh! ah! or dear-me! and hurried to get dressed, before they "looked at the prospect."

The prospect indeed is altogether another sort of an affair-seen everlastingly through every one of the hundred windows in front of this mansion, which there is no passing without beholding it, in a picture-like form set in a commonplace frame-from what it was when looked upon from the naked rock, under the canopy of heaven, and in the solitude of nature. I wished heartily that it was out of the way.

I was sitting in one of the parlours, in the evening, where a small circle were amusing themselves with such resources as they had for the purpose. Two interesting young ladies from Virginia, whom I shall call Penserosa and Allegra, were seated together on a sofa. The latter was playfully tracing on the wall the outline of the profile in shadow thrown upon it by the bust of Penserosa. It so happened that the full features of this damsel were at the same time reflected in a looking-glass which hung in the direction to which her head was turned. On that reflection she might well have gazed with the conscious pride of

beauty; but whether she did or not, I am unable to say. The sweet and somewhat pensive lineaments of her countenance were thus presented in triple variety; the fair originals being three-fourths seen, while the mirror showed the whole, and the mere contour was exhibited on the wall. There was also a third copy of them in process; for I observed that an Italian artist, who had been roving among the mountains taking sketches, was busy with his tablets, and ever and anon casting an earnest glance at the sisters.

I was mentioning to an intelligent German the disappointment I had experienced in the change which the view had undergone, to my eyes; and we fell into a rambling disquisition on the subject of association. Penserosa opened a volume of Wordsworth's poems, which was lying by her, and asked if any thing better had ever been written on this theme, than the glorious ode of this great bard, which she began to read aloud.

There was a melancholy pathos in her voice as she read the first stanza, concluding with

"Turn wheresoe'er I may,

By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see no more❞—

which almost led me to suspect some secret of the heart, might, without resorting to the deep philosophy of the poet, afford a sufficient reason for her feeling

"That there had passed away a glory from the earth."

Allegra said that for her part she loved variety, and should soon get tired of the world, if it always looked alike. With the beautiful development of the poet's theory, beginning with

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting," &c.

the German was enraptured. The expressions of his admiration were enthusiastic to an unusual extent; at least, I was somewhat surprised by it. He understood the English

language remarkably well, though he spoke it with a broken accent. We fell into a speculative disquisition about the notion of the pre-existence of the soul as a matter of course; though, as a matter equally of course, none of us had any thing to suggest which was not suggested three thousand years ago, as we know from the records; and three thousand years before that, as we have the best reasons in the world for believing, it was as great a mystery.

"The soul that rises with us, our life's star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar :
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness

But trailing clouds of glory, do we come

From God, who is our home;

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"

The German adverted to a mental phenomenon, which he seemed to think connected with this subject. He said he had several times been suddenly perplexed by a strange sensation that what was passing at the identical moment had happened before. I admitted that I had experienced the same hallucination myself, as did also Penserosa. Allegra said she had never felt exactly alike twice in the course of her life. I referred, for the reason of the seeming mystery, to the strong accidental similarity or identity of associa tions; as in the case of the gentleman who went to India, which I have before mentioned. But this natural solution did not seem altogether satisfactory to my new acquaintance. He dwelt so much on one instance which he said had occurred to himself, in which he was in a kind of trance, that I besought him to give me the particulars. He said he had written them down, on account of their curiosity, and that I was welcome to the manuscript.

I thought his narrative might prove amusing to some of I believe I have translated it faithfully. my readers. There is some flightiness about it, as might be expected from the nature of the occurrence.

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