' Every possible
variety of hill and vale of beautiful slope, and undulations of land
set off by velvet richness of turf and broken up by groves and forests
of every outline of foliage, make the scene Arcadian. You might ride
over the same road a dozen times a day untired, for the constant
variation of view caused by ascending and descending hills relieves
you from all tedium. Much of the wooding is beech of a noble growth.
The straight, beautiful shafts of these trees as one looks up the cool
green recesses of the woods seems as though they might form very
proper columns for a Dryad temple. _There_! Catherine is growling
at _me_ for sitting up so late; so 'adieu to music, moonlight,
and you.' I meant to tell you an abundance of classical things that I
have been thinking to-night, but 'woe's me.'
"Since writing the above my whole time has been taken up in the labor
of our new school, or wasted in the fatigue and lassitude following
such labor. To-day is Sunday, and I am staying at home because I think
it is time to take some efficient means to dissipate the illness and
bad feelings of divers kinds that have for some time been growing upon
me. At present there is and can be very little system or regularity
about me. About half of my time I am scarcely alive, and a great part
of the rest the slave and sport of morbid feeling and unreasonable
prejudice. I have everything but good health.
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