We obtained some "impressions" of the environs of New-York to add to

those we had of the city itself, by going to spend an evening at Mr.

Kings at High Wood, two miles beyond Hoboken, on the New-Jersey side of

the river. The frame cottages, with their thatched verandahs, struck me

as very pretty. I could not say much for the beauty of the corn, whose

plants, long since stripped of their cobs, were standing yellow and dry,

and fast hastening to decay. There were ridges of gray rock,

interspersed with woods, which still flourished in their summer

greenness. Above all was a sunset, which, if seen in England, would

persuade the nation that the end of the world was come. The whole arch

of the sky appeared lined with conflagration. It seemed strange to see

the wagon-driver talking with his bullocks and the old Dutch dame

spinning in the stoop as quietly as if that scarlet sky had been of its

usual summer blue.

I was shown on the way the spot where Hamilton received his death-wound

from Colonel Burr. It was once made a qualification for office that the

candidate should never have fought a duel. Duelling is an institution

not to be reached by such a provision as this. No man under provocation

to fight would refrain from fear of disqualifying himself for office

hereafter; and the operation of the restriction was accordingly found to

be this; that duels were as frequent as ever, and that desirable

candidates were excluded. The provision was got rid of on the plea that

promissory oaths are bad in principle. The cure of duelling, as of every

other encroachment of passion and selfishness on such higher principles

as, being passive, cannot be imbodied in acts, must be the natural

result of the improved moral condition of the individual or of society.

No one believes that the legal penalties of duelling have had much

effect in stopping the practice; and it is an injury to society to

choose out of the ample range of penalties disqualification for social

duty as one.

The view from Mr. King's garden at High Wood is beautiful. From one

opening a reach of twelve miles of the Hudson is commanded, from the

Narrows upward. A soft red light was resting on the waters, the last

tinge from the late flaming sky. The dark sloops moored below were thus

rendered visible, while the twilight shrouded the rocks. Opposite there

was a flare in the woods from a glasshouse; and the lights of the city

twinkled afar off, reflected in the waters.

One of the first impressions of a foreigner in New-York is of the

extreme insolence and vulgarity of certain young Englishmen, who thus

make themselves very conspicuous. Well-mannered Englishmen are scarcely

distinguishable from the natives, and thus escape observation; while

every commercial traveller who sneers at republicanism all day long, and

every impertinent boy, leaving home for the first time, with no

understanding or sympathy for anything but what he has been accustomed

to see at home, obtrudes himself upon the notice, and challenges the

congeniality of such countrymen and countrywomen as he can contrive to

put himself in the way of. I was annoyed this evening, on my return

home, by a very complete specimen of the last-mentioned order of

travellers.

Need I say, after thus detailing the little incidents which followed my

landing in America, that my first impressions of the country were highly

agreeable?

THE HUDSON.

"Oh, there is not lost

One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet,

After the flight of untold centuries,

The freshness of her far beginning lies,

And yet shall lie."

BRYANT.

I went three times up the Hudson; and, if I lived at New-York, should be

tempted to ascend it three times a week during the summer. Yet the

greater number of ladies on board the steamboat remained in the close

cabin among the crying babies, even while we were passing the finest

scenery of the river. They do not share the taste of a gentleman who,

when I was there, actually made the steamboat his place of abode during

the entire summer season, sleeping on board at Albany and New-York on

alternate nights, and gazing at the shores all the day long with

apparently undiminishing delight.

The first time we went up the early part of the morning was foggy, and

the mist hung about the ridge of the Palisades, the rocky western

barrier of the river. There were cottages perched here and there, and

trees were sprinkled in the crevices, and a little yellow strand, just

wide enough for the fisherman and his boat, now and then intervened

between the waters and the perpendicular rock. In the shadowy recesses

of the shore wore sloops moored. Seagulls dipped their wings in the

gleams of the river, and the solitary fishhawk sailed slowly over the

woods. I saw on the eastern bank a wide flight of steps cut in the turf,

leading to an opening in the trees, at the end of which stood a white

house, apparently in deep retirement. Farther on the river widened into

the Tappan Sea, and then the hills rose higher behind the banks, and

wandering gleams lighted up a mountain region here and there. The

captain admitted us, as strangers (of course without any hint from us),

into the wheel-room, which was shady, breezy, roomy, and commanding the

entire view. Hence we were shown Mr. Irvings's cottage, the spot where

André was captured, and the other interesting points of the scenery.

Then the banks seemed to close, and it was matter for conjecture where

the outlet was. The waters were hemmed in by abrupt and dark mountains,

but the channel was still broad and smooth enough for all the steamboats

in the republic to ride in safety. Ridges of rock plunged into the

waters, garnished with trees which seemed to grow without soil; above

them were patches of cultivation on the mountain sides, and slopes of

cleared land, with white houses upon them. Doves flitted among the

nearest trees, and gay rowboats darted from point to point from one

island to another.

West Point, beautiful as it is, was always visible too soon. Yet to

leave the boat was the only way to remain in sight of the Highlands; and

the charms of the place itself are scarcely to be surpassed. The hotel

is always full of good company in the season. Mr. Cozens keeps a table

for the officers, and is permitted to add as many guests as his house

will hold; but, under such circumstances, he takes pains to admit only

such as are fit company for his permanent boarders. The views from the

hotel are so fine, and there is such a provision of comfort and

entertainment, that there would be no hardship in sitting within doors

for a week; but we made the best use we could of our opportunities, and

saw and achieved everything pertaining to the place, except mounting the

Crow's Nest; an expedition which the heat of the weather prevented our

undertaking.

In some solitary spots of this settlement the stranger cannot help

meditating on the vast materials of human happiness which are placed at

the disposal of the real administrators of this great country. How great

is the apparatus to be yet put to use! Here, where life is swarming all

around, how few are the habitations of men! Here are woods climbing

above woods to the clouds and stretching to the horizon, in which

myriads of creatures are chirping, humming, and sporting; clefts whence

the waters gush out; green slopes ready for the plough and the sickle;

flat meadows with a few haycocks lying at the foot of mountains as yet

untouched. Grasshoppers spring at every step one takes in the rich

grass, and many a blue dragon-fly balances itself on the tips of the

strongest blades; butterflies, green, black, white, and yellow, dazzle

the eye that would follow them; yet how few men are near! A gay group on

the steps of the hotel, a company of cadets parading on the green, the

ferryman and his fare, and the owners of this, and that, and the other

house perched upon the pinnacles of the hills; these are all as yet

visible in a region which will hereafter be filled with speech and busy

with thought.

On the steep above the landing-place I was introduced to Mr. Irving,

with whom I had a few minutes' conversation before he stepped into the

ferryboat which was to take him over to the foundry to dinner. Many

other persons with whom I was glad to have the opportunity of becoming

acquainted were at the hotel. Mr. and Mrs. Morris were our guides to

Fort Putnam after dinner; walkers as active and resolute as ourselves.

The beauty from this elevated platform is really oppressive to the

sense. One is glad to divert one's attention from its awful radiance by

walking in precipitous places, by visiting the cell in which it is said,

but doubtfully, that André was confined, or even by meditating on the

lot of the solitary cow that has the honour of grazing in the midst of

the only ruins that adorn American scenery.

A lady in the hotel offered to meet me on the housetop at five o'clock

in the morning to see the sun rise. I looked out at three; there was a

solitary light twinkling in the academy, and a faint gleam out of a

cloudy sky upon the river. At five the sky was so thickly overspread

with clouds that the expedition to the housetop had to be abandoned. The

morning afterward cleared, and I went alone down to Kosciusko's Garden.

I loved this retreat at an hour when I was likely to have it to myself.

It is a nook scooped, as it were, out of the rocky bank of the river,

and reached by descending several flights of steps from the platform

behind the hotel and academy. Besides the piled rocks and the vegetation

with which they are clothed, there is nothing but a clear spring, which

wells up in a stone basin inscribed with the hero's name. This was his

favourite retreat; and here he sat for many hours in a day with his book

and his thoughts. After fancying for some time that I was alone, and

playing with the fountain and the leaves of the red beech and the maple,

now turning into its autumnal scarlet, I found, on looking up, that one

of the cadets was stretched at length on a high projection of rock, and

that another was coming down the steps. The latter accosted me, offering

to point out to me the objects of interest about the place. We had a

long conversation about his academical life.

The students apply themselves to mathematics during the first and second

years; during the third, to mathematics, chymistry, and natural

philosophy; and during the fourth, to engineering. There is less

literary pursuit than they or their friends would like; but they have

not time for everything. Their work is from seven in the morning till

four in the afternoon, with the exception of two hours for meals. Then

come drill and recreation, and then the evening parade. During six weeks

(I think) of the summer they camp out, which some of the youths enjoy,

while others like it so much less than living under a roof, that they

take this time to be absent on furlough. The friends of others come to

see them while the pretty spectacle of a camp is added to the

attractions of the place. Every care is used that the proficiency should

be maintained at the highest point that it can be made to reach. The

classes consist of not less than one hundred and forty, of whom only

forty graduate. Some find the work too hard; some dislike the routine;

others are postponed; and by this careful weeding out the choicest are

kept for the public service. This process may go some way towards

accounting for the present unpopularity of the institution, and the

consequent danger of its downfall. The number of disappointed youths,

whose connexions will naturally bear a grudge against the establishment,

must be great. There is a belief abroad that its principle and

administration are both anti-republican; and in answer to an

irresistible popular demand, a committee of Congress has been engaged in

investigating both the philosophy and practice of this national military

academy; for some time previous to which there was difficulty in

obtaining the annual appropriation for its support. I have not seen the

report of this committee, but I was told that the evidence on which it

is founded is very unfavourable to the conduct of the establishment in a

political point of view. The advantages of such an institution in

securing a uniformity of military conduct in case of war, from the young

soldiers of all the states having received a common education; in

affording one meeting point where sectional prejudice may be dissolved;

and in concentrating the attention of the whole union upon maintaining a

high degree of proficiency in science, are so great, that it is no

wonder that an indignant and honest cry is raised against those who

would abolish it on account of its aristocratical tendencies. I rather

think it is a case in which both parties are more than commonly right;

that it is an institution which can scarcely be dispensed with, but

which requires to be watched with the closest jealousy, that there may

be no abuse of patronage, and no such combination as could lead to the

foundation of a military aristocracy.

I saw the well-selected library, consisting of several thousand volumes,

the spacious lecture-rooms, and students' apartments. I often wonder

whether students are at all aware of the wistful longing, the envy, with

which those who are precluded from academical life view the arrangements

of colleges. No library in a private house conveys any idea of the power

of devotion to study which is suggested by the sight of a student's

apartment in a college. The sight of the snug solitary room, the

bookshelves, the single desk and armchair, the larum, and even the

flowerpot or two in the window, and the portrait of some favourite

philosophical worthy; these things send a thrill of envy through the

heart of the thoughtful politician, or man of business, or woman, who

cannot command such facilities for study. I know that the fallacy of

attributing too much to external arrangements enters here; that many

study to as much advantage under difficulties as any academical member

in his retirement; I know, too, that the student shares the human

weakness of finding evil in his lot, and supposing that he should be

better in some other circumstances; I know this by a revelation once

made to me by a college student, for whose facilities I had been

intensely thankful, a revelation of his deep and incessant trouble

because he was living to himself, selfishly studying, and obliged to

wait four or five years before he could bestir himself for his race;

yet, in spite of all this knowledge that the common equality of

pleasures and pains subsists here, I never see the interior of a college

without longing to impress upon its inmates how envied and enviable they

are. It is difficult to remember that the stillness of the cell is of no

avail without the intentness of the mind, and that there is no

efficacious solitude in the deepest retirement if the spirit is roving

abroad after schemes of pleasure or ambition, or even of piety and

benevolence, which are not the appointed duty of the time. But I have

wandered from my new acquaintance in Kosciusko's Garden.

I was surprised to learn the extraordinary high average of health the

place can boast of. The young men enter at the age of from fourteen to

twenty, stay three or four years, and number about three hundred at a

time. The mortality in the seventeen years preceding my visit was only

five. For eight years before the winter of 1834 there had been no death.

Within a few months after, the superintendent's wife, a servant, and a

cadet died; and this was, of course, considered an extraordinary

mortality. I rather wondered at this account, for the young men look

anything but robust, and the use of tobacco among them is very free

indeed. It is prohibited, but not the less indulged in on that account,

nor from the absence of evil example in their superintendents. My new

acquaintance made very frank confessions on this subject. He told me

that he believed the free use of tobacco had extensively and irreparably

injured his health, and that he bitterly mourned his first indulgence in

it.

"Do not you mean to leave it off?" said I.

"No."

"Do you think you could not?"

"I could; but it would take three weeks to cure myself; and during that

time I could do nothing; and I cannot afford that. I could not learn my

lessons without it, and the loss of three weeks would injure all my

prospects in life."

"Hardly so fatally as the ruin of your health, I should think. Is your

case a common one here?"

"Too common. But I assure you I do all I can to prevent the bad

consequences of my own example. I warn my juniors, as they come in, very

seriously."

"Do you find your warnings of much use?"

"I am afraid not much."

"They have the usual fate of mere precept, I suppose?"

"Yes, I am afraid so."

The manners of the cadets are excellent. They are allowed, under

restrictions, to mix with the company at Mr. Cozens's, and thus to be

frequently into ladies' society. There is a book kept at the hotel,

where every cadet must, at each visit, enter his name at length, and the

duration of his stay.

The second time I was at West Point was during the camping-out season.

The artillery drill in the morning was very noisy and grand to the

ladies, who had never seen anything of the "pomp and circumstance of

glorious war." Then the cadets retired to their tents, and the ladies

flitted about all the morning, making calls on each other. When we had

discharged this first of a traveller's duties, we sauntered to the

cemetery. Never did I see such a spot to be buried in. The green hill

projects into the river so that the monumental pillar erected by the

cadets to the comrade who was killed by the bursting of a gun in 1817 is

visible from two long reaches. One other accident had occurred a little

while before; a cadet had been killed by a comrade in fencing. The tombs

are few, and the inscriptions simple. Broad, spreading trees overshadow

the long grass, and the whole is so hemmed in, so intensely quiet, that

no sound is to be heard but the plash of oars from below and the hum of

insects around, except when the evening gun booms over the heights, or

the summer storm reverberates among the mountains.

Such a storm I had beheld the evening before from the piazza of the

hotel. I stayed from the parade to watch it. As the thick veil of rain

came down, the mountains seemed to retire, growing larger as they

receded. As the darkness advanced, the scene became strangely compound.

A friend sat with me in the piazza, talking of the deepest subjects on

which human thought can speculate. Behind us were the open windows of

the hotel, where, by turning the head, we might see the dancing going

on; the gallant cadets and their pretty partners, while all the black

servants of the house ranged their laughing faces in the rear. The music

of the ballroom came to us mingling with the prolonged bursts of

thunder; and other and grander strains rose from the river, where two

large steamboats, with their lights, moved like constellations on the

water, conveying a regiment from Pennsylvania which was visiting the

soldiery of New-York State. They sent up rockets into the murky sky, and

poured new blasts of music from their band as they passed our

promontory. Every moment the lightning burst; now illuminating the

interior of a mass of clouds; now quivering from end to end of heaven;

now shedding broad livid gleams, which suddenly revealed a solitary

figure on the terrace, a sloop on the waters, and every jutting point of

rock. Still the dance went on till the hour struck which abruptly called

the youths away from their partners, and bade them hie to their tents.

On returning from the cemetery we found Mr. and Mrs. Kemble, from the

opposite side of the river, waiting to offer us their hospitality; and

we agreed to visit them in the afternoon. Mr. Kemble's boat awaited us

at the landing-place by three o'clock, and we rowed about some time

before landing on the opposite bank, so irresistible is the temptation

to linger in this scene of magical beauty. The Catholic chapel of

Coldspring is well placed on a point above the river; and the village,

hidden from West Point by a headland, is pretty. From Mr. Kemble's we

were to be treated with a visit to the Indian Fall, and were carried

within half a mile of it by water. We followed the brawling brook for

that distance, when we saw the glistening of the column of water through

the trees. No fall can be prettier for its size, which is just small

enough to tempt one to climb. A gentleman of our party made the attempt;

but the rocks were too slippery with wet weed, and he narrowly escaped a

tumble of twenty feet into the dark pool below. The boys, after bringing

us branches of the black cherry, clustered with the fruit, found a safe

and dry way up, and appeared waving their green boughs in triumph at the

top of the rocks. The tide had risen so that the river was brimming full

as we returned, and soft with the mountain shadows; but we landed at

West Point in time to see the sun set twice, as it happened. At the

landing-place we stood to see it drop behind the mountain; but just

after we had bidden it good-night, I saw that a meditative cadet, lying

at length upon a rock, was still basking in the golden light, and I ran

up the steep to the piazza. There, in a gap between two summits, was the

broad disk, as round as ever; and once more we saw it sink in a

tranquillity almost as grand as the stormy splendour of the preceding

night. Then ensued the evening parade, guitar music in the hotel, and

dancing in the camp.

This evening a lady and her daughter steamed down from Fishkill with a

request to us to spend a few days there; and a clergyman steamed up from

New-York with an invitation from Doctor Hosack to visit him and his

family at Hyde Park. We could not do both; and there was some difficulty

in contriving to do either, anxiously as we desired it; but we presently

settled that Fishkill must be given up, and that we must content

ourselves with two days at Hyde Park.

The next morning I experienced a sensation which I had often heard of,

but never quite believed in; the certainty that one has wakened in

another world. Those who have travelled much know that a frequent

puzzle, on waking from sound sleep in new places, is to know where one

is; even in what country of the world. This night I left my window open

close to my head, so that I could see the stars reflected in the river.

When I woke the scene was steeped in the light of the sunrise, and as

still as death. Its ineffable beauty was all; I remarked no individual

objects; but my heart stood still with an emotion which I should be glad

to think I may feel again whenever I really do enter a new scene of

existence. It was some time before my senses were separately roused;

during the whole day I could not get rid of the impression that I had

seen a vision; and even now I can scarcely look back upon the scene as

the very same which, at other hours, I saw clouded with earth-drawn

vapours, and gilded by the common sun.

At eleven o'clock we left West Point; and I am glad that we felt sure at

the time that we should visit it again; a design which we did not

accomplish, as the place was ravaged by scarlet fever at the season of

the next year that we had fixed for our visit. Mr. Livingston, who had

just returned from his French mission, was on board the boat. My letters

of introduction to him were at the bottom of my trunk; but we did not

put off becoming acquainted till I could get at them.

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