UP THE HUDSON. 
X1.— UP THE HUDSON. 
POr-Pen-die’-u-lar, aq’-ue-duct [ak'-we-). | 
Pal-i-sades’, | car’-goes. 
Al’-ba-ny. 
Ad-i-ron’-dacks. 
AT nine o’clock on a beautiful spring morning, we 
Make our way to the place where the Hudson River 
steamers are to be found, and go on board one of them. 
The sunlight falls on the sails that skim the harbor, 
and makes them white as snow; and the tall domes and 
spires of the city glitter like silver. 
2. We pass miles of wharves lined with vessels which 
WE Treceiving or discharging their cargoes, and of 
Streets, some bordered with low, dirty-looking shops, 
Some with tall, handsome buildings. Here and there, 
“re large factories with dull brick walls and smoking 
Chimneys. Now we begin to know what a great eity 
New York is. At length the shops and wharves and 
Straight, paved streets, are all passed, and we are steam- 
ing along through the country. 
3. On the east bank of the river, are elegant country 
houses, Surrounded by trees, with pretty walks winding 
down the green slope to the water’s edge. "There are 
dark Svergreens with their tall, stiff figures, and grace- 
fül elms and maples, with their delicate green leaves 
laneing in the morning wind. There are other trees, 
Covered. with snow-white flowers, with scarcely a leaf 
tO be seen. The ground is smooth, and the grass thick 
and green, showing that somebody has taken care of 
these lands, and spent much time and money to make 
them beautiful. 
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