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twenty feet above the level of the sea), and 

 spent more than one pleasant hour upon its 

 grassy summit. Northward was New Smyrna, 

 a village in the woods, and farther away 

 towered the lighthouse of Mosquito Inlet. 

 Along the eastern sky stretched the long 

 line of the peninsula sand-hills, between the 

 white crests of which coidd be seen the rude 

 cottages of Coronado beach. To the south 

 and west was the forest, and in front, at my 

 feet, lay the river with its woody islands. 

 Many tunes have I climbed a mountain 

 and felt myself abundantly repaid by an off- 

 look less beautiful. This was the spot to 

 which I turned when I had been reading 

 Keats, and wanted to see the beauty of the 

 world. Here were a grassy seat, the shadow 

 of orange-trees, and a wide prospect. In 

 Florida, I found no better place in which a 

 man who wished to be both a naturalist and 

 a nature-lover, who felt himself heir to a 

 double inheritance, 



"The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part," 



could for the time sit still and be happy. 



The orange-trees yielded other things be- 

 side shadow, though perhaps nothing better 



