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Editorial Miscellany. 



EDITORIAL MISCELLANY 



UR Evelyn has neglected sending 

 us a critique for the present month ; 

 but in lieu of which, he has kindly 

 indulged us with a little gossip 

 gathered during a recent visit to 

 the White Mountains. It is not 

 universally known that the rug- 

 ged walls of Xew Hampshire are 

 situate in the most delightful and 

 picturesque valleys, and embrace 

 singular and startling beauty, not 

 encountered in any other locality 

 west of the Rocky Mountains. 



Nature here has acquired aii 

 impressiveness sublime, beautiful, 

 terrific, and of a character that 

 r" "-^.iifc arouses those wondrous emotions 



'"'^^^^" in the human soul of the infinite 



God, whose great conceptioiis stamp nature's face with the grand im- 

 perishable monuments of his almighty power. Craggy steeps rise 

 from sweet valleys stretcliing upward, high up, higher than the 

 eye can reach, up where their peaks cleave the clouds as liasiened 

 through the sky, chased by a northern boreas ; high up where 

 even the eagle dare not venture, albeit he is the prince of 

 soarers ; high up where the lightnings disport, and thunders forge 

 their fearful reverberations, and winds whistle, and shriek and 

 howl like evil spirits who have escaped their fetters, assuming 

 weird shapes, and beating the sturdy cliff as if in pnnisiiment for 

 its aspiring to a sphere illegitimately appropriated. Thitherward 

 Evelyn wandered during the heated term of the past sum- 

 mer. 



Dear Mr. Editor : — 



I have breathed an atmosphere exhilirating 

 and life prolonging, the same that hovers over those sky-aspiring 



