The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1848-08-24

presence o. % many mundane angels IN eliks and
bsnbazines, % usually hover about them. But let
me not be understood as meaning, by these re-
aazk:, to insinuate any enlargement to the fair
mlnisterlng spirits who animate this corner OF
Yankee land: There are native gems Of feature
and OF form here which would ad0rn court, how
ever bnlant and trust they are sufficiently APP
precisted by theirIollow citizens to preclude any
risk OF their sweetness wasting itself upon desert
air. Nor are we, indeed, without a sprinklIng,
small though 1t be, OF the most beautiful of the
very fair representation of their class, as they
roll through highway and bye-way, in their sump-
tuo9s private carriages, enjoying our beautiful
landscape, from every possible point of view.
except as the site of some pretty extensive manu-
factories Of cotton and woOllen goods, being by no
means comparable with some Of Its neighbors for
neatness or beauty. But the country in which 1t Is
passingly fine Would that could describe 1t SO
that you might feel 1t; but there Is no way, I'M
less you make up your mind to leave that atmos-
Phere OF slow poison tor few days, and come
heIe yourself that hSa seeing you may behe Ss
morning, and find yourself breathing in the pure,
invigoratng breath OF our mountains, and, raising
your window, should look forth upon the wide
spread picture which presents itself In every d.
rection, you would freely admit you had seen
nothing TO surpass 1t In all your travels, whether
In Ia belle France or in Italy, or anywhere else.
Miss Martineau, who resided several monthson
Jones' Hill, a short distance from here. often
declared that che had never seen SO fine land
scape In any country she had visited, as that
which presented itselffrom her window. Perhaps
II is seen to the best advantage from that spot,
embracing, as It does, beautifully diversified
valley, some fifteen miles in extent, and wholly
shut in by mountains of every shape and hue-the
"viIlage of the plain" Old Stockbride, lying
almost at your feet, and the Housatollc river.
here quite small stream, winding in graceful
curves through luxuriant meadows. At various
he " ~ IPnOX
Lee, Glendale, Curtisville, &c., make resting
places tor the eye, and give life and cheerfulness
10 the whole.
Here, too, we are in full view of Monument
Mountain, immortaized in the verse of Bryant
as the scene of romantic Indian legend. Who
does not remember the poem commencing with
these llnes!-
"Thou who wculd'st see the lovely and the wild
Mingled in harmony on Natures face,
Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot
Fail net with WEAKNESS, for n their tops
The beauty and the majesty of earth,
Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget
The steep and toilsome way"
We have, besides, several fine sheets of water
ponds. as they choose to style them here, though
j think them quite worthy the name of lakes.
The largest of these, Stockbridge Bowl" has
been embalmed IN verse by Miss Sedge-
wick, Mrs Butler, and other poets of re-
pute; nor has a smaller lake been forgotten,
with the expressive name OF the Mountain Mirror,
which addition to its other attractions possesses
One of the most elegant mansions in Stock
bridge-certalnly the most comfortable looking
one-is the family residence of the Sedgewicks.
It fronts the principal street, and is approached
through broad avenue, shaded by the overhang-
ing branches Of ancient and gigantic ems. 1t is
not to be wondered at, that family reared In such
a spot, should be imbued with the spirit OF poesy,
and be allured by the influence of Its peaceful Sc
clusion to follow the sober walks of literature.
But must not forget while taking you to the
very spot, to inform you that the Rev. j.. T. Head
leyis reported to have purchased house and farm,
which occupy remarkable bend of the Housa-
tonic, few miles from stockbrdge, and where it
is supposed he intends to settle, and divide his at
tention henceforth between the pursuits of Gtera-
ture and the contemplation OF vegetables.
Next week propose going TO Coleralne, abou.
fifty miles farther to the North. They tell me it is
perfectly outlandish pace-wild as Oregon, and
chiefly inhabited by bears, catamounts, foxes, and
such like creeturs, while its mountain streams
abound with trout-those verdant, unsophisticated
trout, which yet, unacquainted with the allure
ments of gay, deceving flies. are coGtened to bite
at a worm, even though thrown TO them on firm
hook by ragged urchin. So what may | not ex-
pect, gong accoutred with patent reel and rod. l
hope 10 tell you of great doings there-meanwhile,
ic beso los inanos. ANTONIO.