You shall look upon scenes grand and gloomy, bright and beautiful.

Poet! you shall find themes for poesy worthy its loftiest strains.

Painter! for you there are pictures fresh from the hand of God.

Writer! there are stories still untold by the author-artist--legends of love and hate, of gratitude and revenge, of falsehood and devotion, of noble virtue and ignoble crime--legends redolent of romance, rich in reality.
Thither we steer, over the dark wild waves of the rolling Atlantic; through the summer islands of the Western Ind; onward--onward to the shores of Anahuac! Varied is the aspect of that picture-land, abounding in scenes that change like the tints of the opal.

Varied is the surface which these pictures adorn.