He wrote as artists of his day painted; every leaf on every last twig was described with conscientious care. His almost ])assionate love for nature was retained through the cares and acti\'ities of professional life, and the influence of the wild, rugged scenery amidst which several years of his boyhood were passed never deserted him. He loved to sing of "sweet forest odours" that Have their birth From the clothed boughs and teeming eartli ; "Where pine-cones dropp'd, leaves piled and dead, Long tufts of grass, and stars of fern. With many a wild flower's fairv urn, A thick, elastic carpet spread; Here, with its mossy pall, the trunk. Resolving into soil, is sunk; There, wrench 'd but lately from its throne, By some fierce whirlwind circling past. Its huge roots mass'd with earth and stone, One of the woodland kings is cast.

Street wrote many biographies and descri])tive works. The Indian Pass, alreadv referred to, and

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Pictures in the Adiroudacks were published in 1869. He was for many years State Librarian, dying in 1881, Among all the writers to whom our pen has pointed (veering madly as a weathercock on a March day or a needle amidst a hundred electric points), none has a stronger claim to Hudson River celebrity than Susan and Anna B. Warner. While others have lived upon one bank or the other of the river, they have spent their lives almost in the midst of it, on an island in the \'ery wonderland of the Highlands. Henry Warner, a member of the New York bar, removed to Constitution Island with his family before the middle of the nineteenth century. An old house, occupied as headc[uarters during the Revolution, was added to and partly rebuilt by him, and is still the residence of his surviving daughter, Miss Anna B.