them since. Tell me, O ye daughters of Berkshire! have you seen
them,--a princely pair, sore weary in your mountain-land, but
regal still, through all their travel-stain? I pray you,
entreat them hospitably, for their mission is "not of an age,
but for all time."



PART II.

The descent from Patmore and poetry to New York is somewhat
abrupt, not to say precipitous, but we made it in safety; and
so shall you, if you will be agile.

New York is a pleasant little Dutch city, on a dot of island
a few miles southwest of Massachusetts. For a city entirely
unobtrusive and unpretending, it has really great attractions
and solid merit; but the superior importance of other places
will not permit me to tarry long within its hospitable walls.
In fact, we only arrived late at night, and departed early the
next morning; but even a six-hours sojourn gave me a solemn and
"realizing sense" of its marked worth,--for, when, tired and
listless, I asked for a servant to assist me, the waiter said
he would send the housekeeper. Accordingly, when, a few
moments after, it knocked at the door with light, light finger,
(see De la Motte Fouque,) I drawled, "Come in," and the Queen
of Sheba stood before me, clad in purple and fine linen, with
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. I stared in
dismay, and perceived myself rapidly transmigrating into a
ridiculus mus. My gray and dingy travelling-dress grew abject,