Litchfield enquirer., 1852-04-15

wiIlif account of three days visit [ ''Updercliff." the residence of his part ner, Geo. Morris. is one of the graeefu
 idle hour things. whose luxury one cal
 almost feel as they read. and which Ii
 capital in its way !; as 4
 We left town on as lovely a Eune after
 noon as ever sat to . poet for its picture | and were shaken Ike pepper castor eveI the railway to Cold. Spring. spiciRg ths
 road, perhaps. with the cares we went dropping behind us. ''pnderclifs, T
 Whiiier we were making our t:pilgrims
 progress" is a, half mile of ascent from
 the Station. and with thoughts divided
 betwaen Morris waitipg dinner for us apd
 ..Christiaa released from his hRrthen, ' l we took the cross>path over the 6ekls.-- then and there. of course, thoHgh fifty miles from town. getting first free of the atmosphere of spoke and cinders. and kinhaling. the first brea:h of the clover laden mir of the country. Is there no way to ventilate rail ears? How long will the lungs of passengers serve as chimneys to locomotives.
 Ths,virgin day. newly welded to the sun, was beginning to blush at his de- scent to his repose. when we came with in the murmeEs of a fountain, and saw Morris (our partner) sitting under the dew gloxed 6ngers of hemleck. It was as little like lO7 Fulton street as could well be imagiued-na legers and brown envelopes. no. poets nor puff seekers. no twine balls nor paste pots, no pile of letters so answer. and uo printers with proofs. It was as green and tranquil as Eden before a newspaper was thought of though the goldfish under the eternal ''dreppings in" of the troubled basin in which they swam were unconscious types of the profession of their master. We turned and looked around. and oh how beaptifSl seemed the scenery ti the Highlands What short memories have even the most loving eyes; and with what bran new su,p prise of impression do we return to scenes with which we have been familiar ssf4
 Trees grow while one is absent. too, and there is new weather every day. and thus it is-though there is probably some deeper hw of Providence to account for it-external nature never grows stale or weary. It seemed to us that we had never seen the Highlands of West Point (that bow. knot of the ribbon of mount aims that festoon the State of New York; look half so enchantingly beautiful.
 We dined. and idled. and talked of what the full moon over our heads could safely be priyy to, and went to bed for country sleep-and solid it was How different is the slumber on Natures bo>1 som, where t is not paved over ! One's dreams and pulses seem to keep tune to the grow ing grass. ' ! A blessed day of summer, without news or other usiance--evesy thing to enjoy apd nothing to chronicle !!
 Geld Spring is most felicitously situa$- ed. as to river and mountains. but of this the traveller on steamboat and rail car gets no idea in passing. The difference between looking at 8 place form a dis tance, and'lookii,g at the distance from . place is as considerable, ms the diRerence between fame and scandal. Cur friends portico, at Underclif. is on ths instep of a mountains foot. around which the. Hudson makes half ebcle, and his views up stream beyond Newburgh. and down stream below West Point. and over tAe lake like waters which widen in front be- tween him and Gro" nest, are. probably the finest on the whole shore of the river. sa @2t A@ a5t ot'5 s
 An excursion to Geld Sping. and an ascent of the mountain side in tho rear of the Underclin; would be worth yoar willie. 3@# saaaaa 1&t a.
 But this stubbcd pen is getting to look dradgery, and'we vowed to eaR upon it's nib for nothing but idlcness Less tend. rils and mere fruit at another time. dear readerg Pardon us this helping ou,self to holiday. and believe us, now that we aye back again. se@@
 M Diligently yours. i.a as " &s as ea a.P.w.