The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1869-09-14

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Elm -, and hos we talked about our
selves. and how We digressed some
times to a pretty foot, or profession
and how Se reconnoitered the aindos'
oi onr pretty aequaiutances. nor lastly
hos came 70 speak q troyeting and ID,
Springs We did speak q them, how.
ever, aud salked on Tor the space d
five minutes in mathematical abstrac-
ton
George, said Peyton. laying bis dex-
ter on his breast with graaity, I'm not
exactly well. think / must journey
| | took Instantly The weather had
been warm, and ! was somewhat ener-
yated; my appetite was gone, and from
the best light my medical knowledge
threw upon it, my case would be hope
less for tonic 1t is easy to come at
the conclusion. Saratoga was indis-
pensable
Here again, let me remind the read
er | am not writing journal 1t is
difficult TO make this light detail run
into pretty sentences, like the Specta-
tor, and shall proceed in my own way
to euumerate-that we We procured
permission without much difficulty--an-
ticipated one or two quarterly remit
tances- borrowed all the dickeys, era
watts, and unutterables, that were laid
away for Sundays packed mp gloves,
cologne and hair brushes, and with a
catalogue OF the class dandies inscribed
upon the corners Of our wardrobe, bade
a triumphant adieu to hundred dis
consulate sophisters
1t was delicious summer evening
when we started from the pier. The
sun had jnst set, and We stood on the
deck rs the boat shot out of the bay,
watching the gorgeous changes OF the
west.
Heavy tumuli, edged with gold, lay
along the horizon; the skirts OF the
light clouds far up in the sky, were
tinged with purple; the smooth circles
spreading away flcm .he PROV, were like
glass, and the whole scene was repeat d
to the minutest pei cillin in th broad
mirror Of the bay. An hour after, the
moon cast our shadows on the water,
and everything but the azure ground OF
the stars was ii'yered by her beautiful
alchyny. Eel-like spiral lines Of light
were inlaying the edges Of the waves.
and the spangled path thrown to rs
from beneath the moon, like carpet
for fairy feet was studded like the white
belt Of the armament. The bass leap
ed up from the surface, the phosphorus
hoated like sprinklings in the wake,
and the tipped waves hoatcd by like
fishes Of silver. Had | fallen upon a
fairy reyel /? or is the eye unsea'ed, and
the hidden leaf unfolded by joy2
We waited day or two in New
York, TO put our heads in training ard
catch the air of the Corinthians The
prevailing chapter of neck. clothing,
aud the compounded ease and science
OF Beau Brummel and Captain elias,
were carefully studied. Our Alma Ma
ter would not have known us. We
looked complacently at last upon our
tournure, and took the boat for Alba
ny. The deck was crowded. 1t was a
clear day, with mild NEST wind, The
barge moved steadily up the river to
the music OF the band, and the laugh
OF the gayest OF the travellers. The
slope of the green shore went by like a
panorama. The fine seats with their
grass sward and background Of trees,
looked like paintings upon velvet. No
be avt nues OF elms led up from the wa
ters edge, and boats fancifuly painted,
lay at anchor off the shore. We had
caught the geological mania from our
eloquent professor, and the Palisades
were feast for Werner. Nothing can
be finer in internal scenery than on
sweeping round point, to see this
majestic barrier strecth ing away for
miles up the river. Raptures were out
OF character, and we admired in ST.
lence
just after sunset, We entered the lit
tie bay at West Point 1t looked like
a small lake, for the passage through
the hills was not visible. There was
not ? breath TO raise curl upon the
surface, and the red glow Of the heav-
tns painted it like a sky. A fine bugle
on shore was ringing echoes 70 the Hills
Our band placed martial 'air-the
erect figures OF the cadets upon the
edge Of the cliff which made our horiz-
on. we're relieved against the sky. and
We we're shooting past like dream. /
will not attempt TO describe the pass
aye through the Highlands
Everybody has been there, and viii re-
member stealing in among the hills up.
on the quiet river. as il following vein
Of silver into the earth, with the tails
man Of the dervise Catskill too, look.
ing like huge thunder cloud piled up
No The west Il shnnld he descrihed hx