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BALTIMORE. June 4th. 1859.

Mr.. EDIToR-Like poor Shelley, your cor
respondent loves the wator; and as / approach
the Atlantic, begin to yearn for its delights.
Every thlng Is suggestive to my mind Of the
cool pleasures of the vasty deep. The jaunty
bathing-dresses which danqle before the
shop doors, whisper of Cape NAV, and Ma
hant, and of that dear spot whose season is
approaching, Old Point Comfort. That spot so
dear to virginians, where dancing, bathing,
rowing, fishing, and aquatic sports innumera-
Dlej VIII soon be the order of the day. All
this, with hog-fsh, and turtle-soup, are de-
hghtul to contemplate. Then, the moonlight
stroll over Fortress Monroe, the military Hu-
sic, the Rip-raps, the epauletted officers, the
rowning walls, and big guns, the plash Of
waters on the beach, and the cool sea breezes
that come up from submarine grottos and cora
line groves, are all appendages of picture
most charmingiy complete.
reached the monumental city after a de-
hghtiul ride of twenty eight hours upon the
Little Miami and Central Pennsylvania rail-
road. Never was spring more genial, balmy,
and luxuriant than the propitious spring of
loo9' Bud and blossom, and foliage and
grass, and spray, are all looking their very
Destj not blade of grass that isn't as fresh
and bright as a diamond; and modest little
violets look up from the green sward as archly
as though they too, most coy of flowers, were
conscious of their beauty; and lazy lilly beds
rock upon the waters, and turn their great
glossy leaves to the sun, as the busy stream
rushes by; and, really, the spring is in all
the exuberance of its glory. The old Allegha.
mics are draping themselves with green for the
season. that tourists may look and admire, and
write newspaper articles secunden orten.
Never looked the Juniatta SO blue, or the
Susquehanne so grand. All nature teens
with beauty and freshness. Giddy streamlets
come umbling down the hill sides, and frown-
| ing rocks gravely cluster themselves afar, and
the deep blue horizon undulates with distant
mountain ranges, and the sun showers light
| upon the scene, and one feels that the earth is
but fairy land. tell you, Mr.. Editor, it stirs
up the poetic element to look out of a car
window at this season of the year--for as the
stately panorama comes swooping by, myriads
OF fantastic thoughts chase the vanishing
tableaux, and I, for one, feel that there is no
relief but in rhyme. 1 have a spasm a min
ute--a genuine poetic spasm-such Rs ierked
old Homer, and other bards divine, though in
a lesser degree.
1t is pleasant to think that the same poetic
power which moved the solemn old masters to
their sublime utterances, prompts poor stupid
me to mine. L have no doubt but that my
feelings are the same, though my utterances
unfortunately are not. Yes, as 1 sit at the
car window the divine aftlatus asserts its power.
Now gigantic mountain, whose brow the sun
touches, swings slowly into my field of vision
then solemn range shoulder to shoulder
confronts me-but steam halts not for poetic
musings. On we go. A cotter's hut wheels
past, dangling line of clothes, q valley that
Rasselas might have found happiness in, q
wayward brawling stream spreading itself alb
surdly, an intermnable freigh train comes olaf
ter, clatter, vista follows, dark as Rembrandt's
colors, tunnel, and hurried prayer through
| ifq N v vStarious Eoht d.,
light and hill and peak rush glittering by, again
the streamlet which spreads itself no longer, but
has forgotten tho vagaries of its streamlethood
and has settled into deep and rapid river
| over which the proId oak deigns to lean, and
| towards which little rivers hurriedly flow
| now great cultivated plain, OH which the
| ploughman marks his weary way, attracts
my eye-it is quickly followed by mountain
gorge, rustic village, a quarry, a group OF
| cows scamperlng up green slope, as the
| steam whistle screeches at them, like fend,
station, country passengers, young ladies
| red-cheeked and noisy, young men modest
and retiring, another station, an old Quaker
and his wife come on board, and gravely
| seat themselves in front of me. / forget
the landscape without, and fall, with
| woman-like fckleness, TO contemplating
the outre couple before me. There is an
| irresistible rush of poetic thought upon the
SudhSICSS' WOHucT uOW OH eurCn Sl6 can
| ever, even by constant prayer and self-denial
| get her own consent to wear the thing she is
religiously taught to regard as a bonnet--as
| indeed the bonnet, of grace and holy beauty,
| begin to fancy the Quakeress is ashamed OF
her shocking head-covering, for she draws her
brown veil over it; still, can trace its ungrace-
full outline, as distinctly as I could the marble
features, under the marble wells at the Crystal
Palace. pity the inventor, and I pity the
wearer. To think of any woman being doomed
to wear bonnet like a Virginia wagon-top
without even a curtain, while bonnet. curtain
is thing of such vast importancel declare
it requires more moral courage to wear a cur
tainless bonnet, than it does to cross the Ticino
Hoping to find numerous interesting topics il
the Monumental City, am,
Very truly yours, UNDINE.