Listen to those voiceful currents of air, traversing the vast profound below the Platform! What a mighty circumference do they sweep! Over how many towns, and dwellings, and streams, and incommunicable woods! Murmurs of the dark, sources and awakeners of sublime imagination, swell from afar. You have thoughts of eternity and power here, which shall haunt you evermore. But we must be early stirrers in the morning. Let us to bed.
YOU can lie on your pillow at Catskill, and see the god of day look upon you from behind the pinnacles of the White Mountains in New-Hampshire, hundreds of miles away. Noble prospect! As the great orb heaves up in ineffable grandeur, he seems rising from beneath you, and you fancy that you have attained an elevation where may be seen _the motion of the world_. No intervening land to limit the view, you seem suspended in mid-air, without one obstacle to check the eye. The scene is indescribable. The chequered and interminable vale, sprinkled with groves, and lakes, and towns, and streams; the mountains afar off, swelling tumultuously heavenward, like waves of the ocean, some incarnadined with radiance, others purpled in shade; all these, to use the language of an auctioneer's advertisement, 'are too tedious to mention, but may be seen on the premises.' I know of but one picture which will give the reader an idea of this ethereal spot. It was the view which the angel Michael was polite enough, one summer morning, to point out to Adam, from the highest hill of Paradise:
'His eye might there command wherever stood City of old or modern fame, the seat Of mightiest empire, from the destined walls Of Cambalu, seat of Cathaïan Can, And Sarmachand by Oxus, Temir's throne, To Paquin of Sinæan kings; and thence To Agra and Labor of great Mogul Down to the golden Chersonese; or where The Persian in Ecbatan sat, or since In Hizpahan; or where the Russian Ksar In Mosco; or the Sultan in Bizance, Turchestan born; nor could his eye not ken The empire of Negus, to his utmost port, Erocco; and the less maritime kings Mombaza, and Quiloa, and Melind, And Sofala, thought Ophir, to the realm Of Congo and Angola, farthest south; Or thence from Niger flood to Atlas' mount, The kingdoms of Almanzor, Fez, and Suz, Morocco, and Algier, and Tremizen; On Europe thence, and where Rome was to sway The world; in spirit perhaps he also saw Rich Mexico, the seat of Montezume, (And Texas too, great Houston's seat--who knows?) And Cusco in Peru, the richer seat Of Atabalipa; and yet unspoiled Guiana, whose great city Geyron's sons Call El Dorado.'