The Litchfield County post., 1828-01-31

Iako For it's passage through the hills was
 not visiblc.. There was not breath ,o
 raise curl upon the surface, and the red
 glow Of the heavens painted it like sky:
 n hne bugle on shore was ringing echoes to the hAs--Our band played a martial air
 --the erect figures of iIle cadets upon the
 edge of the cliff which made our horizon.
 were relieved against the sky, and we were
 shooting past ikea dream. I will not at.
 tempt te describe the passage through the
 Highlands. Every body has been there.
 and will remember stealing in among the
 hills upon the quiet river, as if following a
 Vein, ot silver in the earth, with the tails.
 man Ot the devise. CatskiIl too. looked
 like hugh thunder cloud piled up in the
 west 1tshould be described by the mas.
 ter.hand that put Niagara into stanxa. as
 majestic, if not as "large as life." And
 now. if the reader pleases we will step
 from mountains to men, from Ca skill to
 Congress Hall.
 Every one is at home at the Springs.
 People go there for amusement. and either as actors or observers they find it. There is no unnecessary etiquette. for acquaint. anees made there are considered par par. enthese, and may be cut, or continued els. wee. l. is a kind of limited Saturma. la; and he who goes there to study human nature. finds the best contrast, and the fl. nest grouping in the world. The :" blood Of the Towards" and ,he noveau riche.
 meet at the same table. The constructive preacher. and the roue of the first napni. tude. lounge on the platform at the spring.
 The city belle and the dark-eyed Jewess float together in the dance. Young men fish in company on the lake, who have no recoAection of it in the city. And young ladies walk arm in arm under the portico. who, could not be positive" if they met m Castle Garden. Flirtation is pursued. like eard-playing, for amesument. Here and there, indeed. you find desperate gamester, but with the majority it is mere pastime. Tender moments, to he sure.
 here are and the initiated would trans. late the sigh true pathos; but who that has "seen the world," remembers a tete- a.tete in the drawing room, or drive to ballstown, or attentions at shop!'
 The night after our arrival there was a ball at our hotel. It was fine opportuni-. Y tor debut, and we e. prsaaaRaab saaaRbia; ii f had a taste for dress. His figure was military. and his iaw-bone had the rare medium be-. tween the spherical and angular which sets d collar superbly. l looked at him with despair, as he completed his Falkland at the glass. He had besides, fine address, and was iininitably cool and self-possessed. As to my own appearance, ! cannot are range my features with sufficient gravity to get portrat-but we expected to make an impression. a
 It was splendid ball. The decorations were in taste, and the music need not speak ot--for who has not heard of John- son7 Tn speaking of beauty, I must be more exclusive. Nol that was fastidious; for ! was raw colIeger, and perfectly be-, wildered. l could sweep them all up with supurlative. Still in my own astronomy,
 have some dim remembrance of a dis. thern star, which followed till she set.
 She was as tall as the Venus of the Capi-
 tol; but her propositions were exquisite,
 and she wore them with the grace of 6
 Hebe. Her features were irregular, and
 might not be beautiful ius marble but the
 expression !-did you ever dream an angel
 came down to you, and told you about
 paradise andthe peris, and do you renlem-
 Der the angels face? There was another from the same quarter with foowing hair I-as airy aspirituello as ever saw and
 another, and another--T have no doubt
 they are the cause of the Borealis. But ] this is nothing to the purpose. I danced } with lady from--no matter--I cannot be particular--but she had large dark eyes, } and the longest eyelashes that ever droop- cd. Her forehead was low, and the black hair was parted on it as they paint the mas 7 donna--with an expression. If any body
 wishes to 6irt with me, let her have black hair. and sweet forehead to partit } on. She did not dance well; and if she had, it would have been out of character. , l never saw woman with rich dark eyes , that did. It would have been like Mag . Idalen painted at blind mans buh.
 Il It is a pity there is nos a musical star. am sure l was born under one. She. (I r did not hear her name when was introdu. B ced, but she looked as if it was Isabella, } 3 she had tone ! shall net attempt to de- 3 scribe. IL was low and ready, like the 3 death of fine sweep on an Eolan. \ 3 have heard doves who came near il, and il | n,das.tooa ,,,,s;rs rotld tell vo,,f oE {,