The Litchfield County post., 1828-06-19
AN EXTRACT.
From flie Legpmdery.

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 7 Spring, beautiful Spring, with its deli- Cious breath, and its new leaves, and its gIadness forsevery living thing and crea- lure under heaven, had come on, and with the perfection of its last tagging foliage, we began our wanderings. Lorraine was still an invalid, but better than we had da- red to hope. Sickness had dealt severely 7, with him the past winter, and depression which he could not shake off, chequered with occasional delirium, threatened the total overthrow of his reason. He had so far recovered now as to bear the fatigue of travelling, and we trusted much to the sweet influences of the season, for resto- ration of both body and mind. :,
 We turned westward, and in few days entered the valley of the Mohawk. could write a book upon its sunsets, and the ex- quisite beauty ofits banks and waters, but must pass it without description. We loitered long and pleasantly upon its grace ful windings, and though it won no smile or evidence of collaboration from Lorraine, l could see that he was interested, and now and then beguiled of his dark thoughts, and I hailed it as promise of better things.
 On one of the balmiest mornings that ever broke, we descended the rude steps leading to the bed of the Trenton Falls For some days I perceived no change in Lorraine, and I began to fear that the ap- pearances upon which I had built my hopes, were but the effect of physical ex- citement, and that his diseased mind was beyond the skill of nature. We reached the bottom, and stood upon the broad, sol- i'd floor, hundred feet down into the ve- ry heart of the rock, and in my first feel ing of astonishment, even my interest in his impressions was forgotten; but its sub- lime grandeur had awakened him, ,and when recovered my selfpossession, he stood with his hands clasped, and his fine face glowing with surprise and pleasure. His figure had assumed the erect, airy free- dom, for which he was once remarkable, and as we went on the alacrity of his step was delightful.
 In a few moments we stood below the first fall. The whole volume of the river here descends fifty feet at single leap.- The basin which receives it is worn into deep circular abyss, and the dizzy whirl and tumult of the water is almost overpow- ering. We ascended at the side, and at level with the top of the fall, passed under an immense shelf, overshadowing us al- most at the height of cloud, and advan- cling little further the whole grand sweep of the river was before us. It was scene of which I never before had any concep- tion, and I confess myself inadequate to describe it. To stand in the bed of a tor- rent, which flows for miles through sol- i'd rock, at more than hundred feet be- low the surface; to look up this tremen- dous gorge, and see as far as the eye can stretch, river rushing on with amazing velocity, leaping at every few rods over a fall, and sinking into whirlpools,and swee- ping round projecting rocks constantly and violently; to see this, and then look up as if from the earth to the giant walls that con6ne it. piled apparently to the very sky, this is sensation to which no lan- guage that would not seem ridiculous hy- perbole could do justice.
 When the first surprise is over, and the mind has become familiar in degree with the majestic scope of the whole, there is something delightfully."- tranquilizing in its individual features. We spent the whole day in lettering idly up the stream, stopping at every fall, and every wild sweep of the narrow passes, and resting by the side of every gentle declivity where the water shot smoothly down with surface as pol ished as if its arrow velocity were the sleep of transparent fountain.--- There is nothing more beautiful than wa ter. Look at it when you will-in any of its thousand forms-in motion or at rest dripping from the moss of spring,o leap ing in the thunder ofa cataract-it has al- ways the same wonderful surpassing beau- z ty. Its clear transparency, the grave of its every possible motion, the brilliant sheen of its foam, and its majestic march in the flood, are matched unitedly by no oth- CT element. Who has not "blessed it una ware 2" If objects that meet the eye have any effect upon our happiness, water is a. mong the first of human blessings. It is the gladdest thing under heaven. The inspired writers use it constantly as an image for gladness, and 'chrystal waters is the beautiful tyne of the ApocaiyDse for