"Tradition declares," says Mr. Irvmg in his admirable story of " Wolfert's Boost," •' that it was smuggled over from Holland in a churn by Femmelie Van Blarcom, wife of Gooseu Garrett Van Blarcom, one of the first settlers, and that -she took it up by night, unknown to her husband, from beside their farm-house near Rotterdam ; being sure she should find no water equal to it in the new country-- and she was right."

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channel was fuirof crystal water. The tender foliage was casting delicate shadows where, at this time, there is half twilight under the umbrageous branches, and the trees arc full of warblers. It is a charming spot, and is

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consecra.ted by many memories of Irving and his friends who frequented this romantic little dell when the summer sun was at meridian.

After sketching the brook at the cascades, I climbed its banks, crossed

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the lane, and wandered along a shaded path by a gardener's cottage to a hollow in the hills, filled with water, in which a bevy of ducks were sporting. (This pond, which Mr. Irving playfully called his " Mediter-

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ranean Sea," was made by damming the stream, and thus a pretty cascade at its outlet was formed. It is in the shape of the " palm leaf" that comes from the loom. On one side a wooded hill stretches down to

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it abruptly, leaving only space enough for a path, and on others it washes the feet of gentle grassy slopes. This is one of the many charmiag pictures to be found in the landscape of Sunnyside. After strolling along the pathways in various directions, sometimes finding myself upon the domains of the neighbours of Sunnyside (for no fence or hedge barriers exist between them), I made my way back to the cottage, where (the eldest and only surviving brother of Mr.