CONTENTS. PAGE, MOUNTJOT - 5 THE GREAT MISSISSIPPI BUBBLE DON JUAN A Spectral Research BROEK OR THE DUTCH PARADISE 41 70 78 SKETCHES IN PARIS, 1828 My French Neighbor the Englishman at Paris English and French Character the Tuileries and Windsor Castle the Field of Waterloo Paris at the Restoration 83 AMERICAN RESEARCHES IN ITALY Life of Tasso Recovery of a Lost Portrait of Dante 101 THE TAKING or THE UIL 106 THE CHARMING LETORIERES 118 i THE EARLY EXPERIENCES OF RALPH RINGWOOD 116 THE SEMINOLBS Origin of the White, Red, and Black Men the Conspiracy of Neamathla...., 144 KS LETTER PROM GRANADA 155 K ABDERAHMAN, FOUNDER OP THE DYNASTY OF THE OMMIADES IN SPAIN 161 v THE WIDOWS ORDEAL THE CREOLE VILLAGE N. A. CONTENTED MAN 179 189 196 THE CRAYON PAPERS. BY GEOFFREY ORATOR, GENT. MOUNTJOY OR SOME PASSAGES OUT OF THE LIFE OF A CASTLE-BUILDER. I WAS born among romantic scenery, in one of the wildest parts of the Hudson, which at that time was not so thickly settled as at present. Myfatherwas descended from one of the old Huguenot families, that came over to this country on the revocation of the edict of Nantz. He lived in a style of easy, rural independence, on a patrimonial estate that had been for two or three generations in the family. He was an indolent, good-natured man, who took the world as it went, and had a kind of laughing philosophy, that parried all rubs and mishaps, and served him in the place of wisdom. This was the part of his character least tomy taste for Iwas of an enthusiastic, excitable temperament, prone to kindle up with new schemes and projects, and he was apt to dash my sallying enthusiasm by some unlucky joke so that whenever I was in a glow with any suddenexcitement, I stood in mortal dread of his good-humor. Yet he indulgedme in every vagary for I was an only son, and of course a personage of importance in the household. I had two sisters older than myself, and one younger. The former were educated at New York, under the eye of a maiden aunt the latter remained at home, and was my cherished playmate, the companion of rny thoughts. We were two imaginative little beings, of quick susceptibility, and prone to see wonders and mysteries in everything around us. Scarce had we learned to read, when our mother made us holiday presents of all the nursery literature of the day which at that time eoiissted of little hooks covered with gilt paper, adorned..with cuts, and filled with tales of fairies, giantSjan-d. enchanters. What draughts of delightful fiction didwe then inhale My sister Sophy was of a soft and tender nature. She would weep over the woes of the Children in the Wood, or quake at the dark romance of Bluo-Beard, and the terrible mysteries of the blue chamber. But I was all for enterprise and adventure. I burned to emulate the deeds of that heroic princewho delivered the white cat from her enchantment or he of no less royal blood, and doughty enterprise, who broke the charmed slumber of the Beauty in theWood The house in which we lived was just the kind of place to foster such propensities. It was a venerable mansion, half villa, half farmhouse. The oldest part was of stone, with loop-holes for musketry, having served as a family fortress in the time of the Indians. To this there had been made various additions, some of brick, some of wood, according to the exigencies of the moment so that it was full of nooks and crooks, and chambersof all sorts and sizes. It was buried among willows, elms, and cherry trees, and surrounded with roses and hollyhocks, with honeysuckle and sweet-brier clambering about every window...
CONTENTS. PAGE, MOUNTJOT - 5 THE GREAT MISSISSIPPI BUBBLE DON JUAN A Spectral Research BROEK OR THE DUTCH PARADISE 41 70 78 SKETCHES IN PARIS, 1828 My French Neighbor the Englishman at Paris English and French Character the Tuileries and Windsor Castle the Field of Waterloo Paris at the Restoration 83 AMERICAN RESEARCHES IN ITALY Life of Tasso Recovery of a Lost Portrait of Dante 101 THE TAKING or THE UIL 106 THE CHARMING LETORIERES 118 i THE EARLY EXPERIENCES OF RALPH RINGWOOD 116 THE SEMINOLBS Origin of the White, Red, and Black Men the Conspiracy of Neamathla...., 144 KS LETTER PROM GRANADA 155 K ABDERAHMAN, FOUNDER OP THE DYNASTY OF THE OMMIADES IN SPAIN 161 v THE WIDOWS ORDEAL THE CREOLE VILLAGE N. A. CONTENTED MAN 179 189 196 THE CRAYON PAPERS. BY GEOFFREY ORATOR, GENT. MOUNTJOY OR SOME PASSAGES OUT OF THE LIFE OF A CASTLE-BUILDER. I WAS born among romantic scenery, in one of the wildest parts of the Hudson, which at that time was not so thickly settled as at present. Myfatherwas descended from one of the old Huguenot families, that came over to this country on the revocation of the edict of Nantz. He lived in a style of easy, rural independence, on a patrimonial estate that had been for two or three generations in the family. He was an indolent, good-natured man, who took the world as it went, and had a kind of laughing philosophy, that parried all rubs and mishaps, and served him in the place of wisdom. This was the part of his character least tomy taste for Iwas of an enthusiastic, excitable temperament, prone to kindle up with new schemes and projects, and he was apt to dash my sallying enthusiasm by some unlucky joke so that whenever I was in a glow with any suddenexcitement, I stood in mortal dread of his good-humor. Yet he indulgedme in every vagary for I was an only son, and of course a personage of importance in the household. I had two sisters older than myself, and one younger. The former were educated at New York, under the eye of a maiden aunt the latter remained at home, and was my cherished playmate, the companion of rny thoughts. We were two imaginative little beings, of quick susceptibility, and prone to see wonders and mysteries in everything around us. Scarce had we learned to read, when our mother made us holiday presents of all the nursery literature of the day which at that time eoiissted of little hooks covered with gilt paper, adorned..with cuts, and filled with tales of fairies, giantSjan-d. enchanters. What draughts of delightful fiction didwe then inhale My sister Sophy was of a soft and tender nature. She would weep over the woes of the Children in the Wood, or quake at the dark romance of Bluo-Beard, and the terrible mysteries of the blue chamber. But I was all for enterprise and adventure. I burned to emulate the deeds of that heroic princewho delivered the white cat from her enchantment or he of no less royal blood, and doughty enterprise, who broke the charmed slumber of the Beauty in theWood The house in which we lived was just the kind of place to foster such propensities. It was a venerable mansion, half villa, half farmhouse. The oldest part was of stone, with loop-holes for musketry, having served as a family fortress in the time of the Indians. To this there had been made various additions, some of brick, some of wood, according to the exigencies of the moment so that it was full of nooks and crooks, and chambersof all sorts and sizes. It was buried among willows, elms, and cherry trees, and surrounded with roses and hollyhocks, with honeysuckle and sweet-brier clambering about every window...