The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . .

So gentle and so beautiful, should perish with the flowers.

How fast the flitting figures come!The mild, the fierce, the stony face;Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and someWhere secret tears have left their trace.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine.