New-York daily tribune., 1851-08-01

passed He ~as sharp-eyed and clear-mIiflea-
a hricht boy. who NAV one day be President
| Stimulated BIZ that thought, when he stopped 10
water the horse, we refreshed, Pie1ghs
"our institutions" IS We stepped into tae car
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&" How ,nuch is the next toll. your Excel
| lncy .''
Sir 7 said the hoy.
We drove on lurther, and were slowly climb
ing the hill.
"Have you heard Jenny Lind, Sir p" inquired
nv Antinous Of the stables.
"Yes, often
Grea, woman. Sir Don, you think 20 ~
Most decidedly"
"She was here last week, Slr-Get up, Cnaf-
lie"
." Did you hear her " asked
ayes. Sir. and drove with her to the falls
that Is, Tom Higgins drove, but sat on the ooA.
"And was she pleased "
"Yes, Sir only when she was going TO see
the fails everybody IN the hotel ran to the door to
look at her, so she went back TO her room and
then slipped out Of the back door. But there
wa. something better than that, Sir"
What was that
"She gave Tom Higgins fifty dollars when he
drove her back But there was something bet
ter than that, Sir
"Indeed What was that -
why, Sir, as we came back, passed a lit-
tie wood and she stopped the carriage and
stepped out with the rest Of the party, and Tom
Higgins and |, and went into the wood II was
toward sunset and the wood was beautiful, Sir.
She walked about little and picked up leaves
and flowers, and sang, like to herself, as If 1t
were pleasant By and by she sat down upon
rock and began to sing loud She sings some,
SIR, and 1t sounded a great ways But beiore
she STONED. little bird came and sat upon
bough close by US. | saw 1t, Sir, with my own
eyes, the whole of lt-and when Jenny Lind had
done nc began to sing and shout away Ike she
did While he was singing she looked delighted,
and when he stopped she sang again, and Oh 1t
was beautiful, Sir But the little bird wouldn't
give it up, and he sang again, but not until sne
had done Then Jenny Lind sang as well as
ever she could. II seemed to fill the woods all
up with music, and when 1t was over, the little
bird was still a while, but tired 1t again in a few
moments He couldn't do il, Sir He sang very
bad and then the foreign gentlemen with Jenny
Lind laughed, and they all came back to the car
riage."
We had left the plankroad and were approach
ing the hotel at the Falls through fine maple
woods Was II a pleasant thing TO hear that
story Was iii poor prelude to the Falls
had not dreamed that the story OF the Poets Lutte
and the Nightingale should be native to Oneida
County 10 less than TO Greece, and that lis Poet
should be my Callow charloteer, who may de
cdedly one day be President. When sal at my
window aitcrward and In the fading twilight
looked over the maple woods, and heard the muir
mur of Trenton Falls, | wondered If the bird
ever reached his nest, or was found dead III the
woods without gunshot wound.
There is no better hotel than that AT Trenton.
It is spacious and clean and comfortable, and the
table lustiGes It's fame. Moreover 1t is painted
dark and not white, and stands very modestly
upon the edge OF the woods that overhang the
ravine OF the falls. Modestly, although it is
high tor the earine white CaravanserieS our
Summer palaces of pleasure, wear the Haunting
aspect OF beng no better than they should be.
How douhly happy were we, ifthey were always
as good
Poets fancIes should image the falls, they
50 nch and rare combination OF placid pictu-
rc,queS Of beauty and sense OF reslstless force
IN the rushing waters. You descend from a lofty
wood INTO a long rocky ChaSm, which the Ger
mans would call Gruld, for 1t is not valley
1t is walled and pavemented with smooth rocks
and the thronging forest fringos the summit OF
the wall Over this smooth pavement slips the
IIver, III those long, swift, stil ioamleSs bounds
that figure Soyiyidly the motion of a Titanic ser
pent The chasm almost closes up the river and
YOU see a foamy cascade above Then a> # the
beauty and the mystery were beyond, you creep
along narrow ledge IN the rock-side OF the
throat OF the gorge the waters whrling and bub
bling beneath, and reach the first large fall. A
slight spray cniold> YOU baptsln IN the spirit
| of the place A broad ledge OF the rock here
offers finn and sufficient ioot-hold while vou sui
fer your first emotions To explode and &c; rld OF
your b,oei.fuis" and drines" II is level
parapet OF rock, and the Tlyer, after sliding very
| shalowly over the broad bed above, concentrates
mainly at one pom, for q fall and plungeS in
sohd amber sheet
Close by the side OF this you climb and pass
along the base OF the overhaneing mountain,
and STOPPING under the foot Of an imperial cliff,
stand before the great fall, which has two
plunges, long one above, from which the river
sheers obhquely overa polished floor of rock, and
again plunges. The river bends here, and high,
square, regular bank projects from the elm,
smooth as a garden terrace, and perpeiually
screened 10y the spray. II Is one OF the most
beautiful and boldest points IN the long ravine,
and when the late light OF the afternoon falls
soft upon II. there Is strange contrast in your