Litchfield enquirer., 1830-12-02

and that superb roundness and shapeliness
 Of bust, and then your bad gran.mer,. and
 then your sad taste, and your slightly slov-
 enly way of wearing your hair, and swing your slippers, and fastening younpbelt, will
 be pretty no longer, and your elegant in-
 dOlence will bec0sne stupid idlcness, and the languishing sleepiness oe your eye will go by harder nane--dcpend upon it. I
 have an idea of proposing to the Society for the Diffusion of Knowledge to send a missionary to Georgia, to enlightcM your friends on some of these abstruse points.
 1t would make perfect women of you handsome creatures that you are
 How amusing it is, when one has be- come perfectly resigned to the annoy oyances of q steamboat, toSsit aside and watch the eternal small comedy going on about him.
 There sits woman, now, dandling con- founded nuisance of child that ! would
 borrow and drop overheard, # she were not out of my reach in the ladies' cabin; and opposite of me sits an officer with his arms
 folded, and cloud on his face-for he has just discovered that his young wife has pas
 sed him on the river going to Quebec (which he has just left) to meet him and there paces an old fellow who is sick with the smell of the oil, (qaery-could no, this really shocking evil be avoided 9 and a- bout in the different corners are to be seen discontented faces of all descriptions, whose cases are beyond my analysis-my own and ono other, of a fat woman, the on- y pleasant countenances, I do believe, in the whole boats company. And this is to go q Pte0suring.' And for this, people yearly abandon their comfortable homes, and with no eye for scenery, nor any hope but change, crowd these hot olcagimous steamboat cabins, and wander, with their own or other peoples children, from one end of the land to the other could laugh, Il my ribs were nor so sore with my yestcr- days tumble, at the uncomforsa bleness and disappointment in the expression of the faces about me-most of them, too, en- toying what they have anticipated, and e- conOmized for, and talked about, months before they started.
 Aug. 6.-Still on board the steamer, and within twenty miles of Montreal.- Last night we had full moon, and per- tectly delicious air, moist and without wind, and l think l never passed night whose spirit and beauty so entered and prevailed me. We were close upon tho shore for ono hoar or two. running with a sensation of magic above the distinct and beautiful reflections of the banks, and breaking up with our prov mirror that seemed as if its stiffness should have been sacred and eternal. We arrived at tho village of So- rel at midnight, and as the boat was to wait an hour for wood, wo went ashore for a walk. We rambled through the desert streets without meeting \ single creature, and I rarely have been 90 impressed with the sense of solitude. Tho light was SO clear, that it seemed unnatural to sleep.-- We could scarce feel that there were liv- ing inhabitants about US. The houses were all barred, and dark, and of a pecul- iarly dull aspect, most of them without paint or ornament the church near tho shore was black and old, and it was not difficult to believe it decayed and deso- late town, and ourselves disturbers Uf a breatlless and long unbroken solitude. We have heard much of the bark work of the inhabitants of Sorol, and at the request ofour fair companions wc commenced the tattoo upon the door of shop to which we had been directed in the hope of arousing the occupants. We succeeded at last in awakening a woman in 6 red night-cap, who first screamed fire and murder and then came down and lot us in. She was fair, fat and for,y,' and apparently glad to turn 3 penny, even as an episode to a dream. Her baskets and pin-cushions were really beautiful, and saving that we paid four times their value, we felt tolera- bly, satisfied with our mid.night shopping. l made mem. in my journal that all wo- men look abominably in red night caps Sleep is sad spoiler of your pretty eyes, gently as it
 .. '.' Seals up the eyelids of is silve. wand"
 Aug. 8.-Shooting down Lake George like steamboat apparition. the skirts ofa lifting fog enveloping us occasionally for moment, and then swaying of. giving US an under peep at the loveliest scene of green islands and broken sunshine in the world. Nothing could be more fairy-like. have skipped over day or two, tn which may be imagined to have undergone the vari- ous ordeals common to passing the frontier --impositions from coacheys. losses of money, baggage and temper. (they stolo all my money at the tavern where slept at St. Johns, and half my baggage at La Prai- rie, which am told is getting off uncOm- monly well, and this. added to a chilly sail