To one of these, called the Fairy, in which a sweet little daughter of the house moved about lighter than any Scotch Ellen ever sung, I should indite a poem, if I had not been guilty of rhyme on this very page.

At morning this boating was very pleasant; at evening, I confess, I was generally too tired with the excitements of the day to think it so.
The house--a double log-cabin--was, to my eye, the model of a Western villa.

Nature had laid out before it grounds which could not be improved.

Within, female taste had veiled every rudeness, availed itself of every sylvan grace.
In this charming abode what laughter, what sweet thoughts, what pleasing fancies, did we not enjoy! May such never desert those who reared it, and made us so kindly welcome to all its pleasures! Fragments of city life were dexterously crumbled into the dish prepared for general entertainment.

Ice-creams followed the dinner, which was drawn by the gentlemen from the river, and music and fireworks wound up the evening of days spent on the Eagle's Nest.