GENEVA. 



the kingdom. Give it to the proud republic or' 

 New-York, and she will soar on eagle wings above 

 ail competition. 



I write from recollection, for I travel without 

 books — my general statements are correct, altho' 

 I may err in some details. 



LETTER VIII. 



Geneva, June, 1820. 

 My Dear Sir, 



I like the air and scenery of this place so much, 

 that I cannot leave it without regret. The spacious 

 hotel is replete with accommodations. The village 

 hangs over the pellucid lake, which stretches like 

 a mighty river towards the south, and the eye is 

 lost in tracing its extent. The aquatic birds 

 which frequent this lake are objects of considera- 

 ble interest to me, and the fishes which inhabit its 

 w aters are equally so. 1 have however to grope 

 my way in the dark without any assistance. Na- 

 tural science has no hold of the affections of this 

 community. Its very terms are unknown to most 

 members of the learned professions. Here and 

 there some illustrious exception may be seen, but 

 then an attack is immediately made by the wit- 

 ling?, the poetasters and the sciolists of the country, 



