^'How I wonder that men can consent to swelter and fret 

 their lives away amid those hot bricks and pestilent vapors, when 

 the woods and fields are all so near 1 It would kill me soon, to be 

 confined in such a prison house: and when I am forced to make 

 an occasional visit there, it fills me with loathing and sadness. 

 Ah ! how often when I have been abroad on the mountains, has 

 my heart risen in grateful praise to God that it was not my des- 

 tiny to waste and pine among those noisome congregations of the 



city." 



Audubon. 



