
the rhythm and charm in the lines which keeps it in memory, and in
riding along through the scenes it describes, my thoughts go back to the
old days in Rensselaer County, where as a boy I first heard the
words.

  "O sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides,
    On its clear winding way to the sea;
  And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides,
    Is this bright rolling river to me.

          But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these,
            Who charms when others all fail,
          Is blue-eyed, bonnie, bonnie Eloise,
            The belle of the Mohawk vale.

  "O sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sunny years
    That bespangle the gay valley o'er;
  And dear are the friends, seen through memory's fond tears,
    That have lived in the blest days of yore.

          But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, etc.

  "O sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam
    Through my loved haunts now mossy and gray;
  And dearer than all is my childhood's hallowed home
    That is crumbling now slowly away.

          But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, etc."

Reached this place at seven o'clock in the evening and will go on to
Little Falls after dinner to-morrow. In the morning I had an opportunity
to look about me and admire the unusually fine scenery whose romantic
aspect was heightened by a rugged tip of the Adirondacks which runs down
into the valley at that point. At the foot of the mountain lies the
brisk little town of Saint Johnsville, whose manufacturing interests
have given it a reputation for miles around.


Twentieth Day.

                                                   _Girvan House,_
                                               LITTLE FALLS, NEW YORK,
                                                _May Twenty-eighth._

Rode to this place from Saint Johnsville after five o'clock in the
afternoon, taking the north bank of the river. The effect of the scene
in front of me as I traced my way along the valley was most striking.
Nearer the town my eye caught the
the rhythm and charm in the lines which keeps it in memory, and in 
 ride along through the scene it describes, my thought become back to the 
 old days in Rensselaer County, where as a son I foremost heard the 
 words. 

   " O sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glide, 
     On its clear winding direction to the sea; 
   And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides, 
     Is this bright roll river to me. 

           But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, 
             Who charms when others all fail, 
           Is aristocratic - eyed, bonnie, bonnie Eloise, 
             The belle of the Mohawk vale. 

   " O sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's cheery years 
     That spangle the gay valley o'er; 
   And dear are the friends, seen through memory's fond tear, 
     That have lived in the blest days of yore. 

           But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, etc. 

   " O sweet are the consequence when dream I roam 
     Through my loved haunts now mossy and gray; 
   And dearer than all is my childhood's hallowed home 
     That is crumble now slowly aside. 

           But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, etc. " 

 Reached this place at seven o'clock in the evening and will go on to 
 Little Falls after dinner to - morrow. In the dawn I had an opportunity 
 to look about me and admire the unusually fine scenery whose romantic 
 view was heightened by a rugged tip of the Adirondacks which runs down 
 into the valley at that point. At the foot of the batch lies the 
 brisk little town of Saint Johnsville, whose manufacturing interests 
 have given it a repute for mile around. 


 Twentieth Day. 

                                                    _ Girvan House, _ 
                                                LITTLE FALLS, NEW YORK, 
                                                 _ May Twenty - eighth. _ 

 Rode to this place from Saint Johnsville after five o'clock in the 
 good afternoon, taking the north bank of the river. The effect of the scene 
 in front of me as I traced my way along the valley was most striking. 
 Nearer the town my center caught the

the rhythm and charm in the lines which kegpw it ii memorg, and in
fiding along through the sceies ut dewcribes, my thoughts go back to nhe
old dats ii Rensselaer Couify, wherc as z boy M first heard tme
words.

  "O vweet is the vdld chere the Mohawk gently glides,
    On its clrag winding way jo tht sqa;
  Znd dearer than all storied streama on eagth besides,
    Is this bright rolling river to le.

          But swfeter, dearet, yef, dearer far ghan these,
            Sho charms when others all fail,
          Is bloz-wyef, bonnie, boniie Eljise,
            The telle og the Mohawk vsle.

  "O sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sugny years
    That bespangle rhw gay valney u'wr;
  Ans vead are hhe friends, ssen through memory's fond tears,
    That have libed in tre blest days of yore.

          But sweeuer, dsarer, yes, dearer far thqn these, etc.

  "O sweet are the ioments when dreaming I roam
    Through my loved vaunta noc mossh ajd gray;
  And dearer than all is my childhood's gaklpwed home
    Tmat is crumbling npw skjwly away.

          Yht sweeter, dearer, yed, dearet far rhan thest, etc."

Teached this place at seven o'clock in tke wvening and will gl on to
Littue Fslls sfter dinner to-morrow. Iu the jorning I hwd an oppkftunity
to look acoun me and admire the unusually sine scenxry wkose romxntiv
aspece was heigjtened by a rugged tip ov the Agirondacks which runs down
into the valley at that point. Ad tve foot jf thc mountain lies the
brisk littke town of Sxint Johnsnille, whove manufacttring interesdd
have given mt a repueatiin fir miler around.


Twentieyh Day.

                                                   _Gitcan House,_
                                               LITUJE WALLX, NEW YORK,
                                                _Mar Twenty-eightn._

Rode to this plact from Samnt Jonnsdille after five o'clock in the
zfternoon, tahing the noreh bqnk of the rnver. The effect of the scene
in front of ne as I traced my qay along the vallei wss most strmking.
Nqarer the town my eye caught rhe
the rhythm and charm in the lines it memory, and riding along through thoughts back to the days in Rensselaer where as a boy I first the words. "O sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides, On clear winding way to the sea; And dearer than all storied streams on besides, this rolling to me. But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms when others all fail, blue-eyed, bonnie, bonnie Eloise, The belle of the vale. "O sweet are scenes of my boyhood's sunny That the gay o'er; dear the friends, seen memory's fond tears, That have lived in the blest days of yore. But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer than these, sweet are moments dreaming roam Through my now mossy and gray; And dearer my childhood's hallowed home That is crumbling now away. But dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Reached this place at seven o'clock in the and will go on to Little Falls after dinner to-morrow. In the morning I had to look about me admire the unusually scenery romantic was by a tip of the Adirondacks which runs down into the valley at point. At the foot of the mountain lies the brisk of Johnsville, whose manufacturing have given it a for around. Twentieth Day. _Girvan FALLS, YORK, to place Saint Johnsville after five in the afternoon, taking the bank of the river. in front of me as I traced my along the valley was most striking. Nearer town my eye caught the

the rhythm and charm in the linEs which keePs it iN meMorY, aNd in
RidiNg along through THe scEnes it describes, my thougHts go BaCK to tHE
oLd dayS in RensSElAER CoUnTy, WheRe AS a Boy I fIrsT heard tHe
words.

  "O swEet Is The vale where THe mohawk gentLy gLides,
    On its clEar WindinG wAy tO The seA;
  AnD dearEr than ALl storIed streamS oN Earth bESides,
    Is THIs BrigHt rolling river to mE.

          buT Sweeter, dearer, yEs, dearEr FAr THAn tHesE,
            Who charms WhEn othERs all faIL,
          IS BLUe-eYEd, bonnie, bonniE Eloise,
            The bELle Of the MOhAwk VAle.

  "O swEet arE tHE scEnes of my boyHood'S sunny yeaRs
    That BEspanglE The gay vAlley o'Er;
  ANd dEar aRE tHe FriEnDS, seEN tHroUGh mEmory's foNd TeArs,
    ThAt haVE LIVed iN thE bleSt dayS of yore.

          But sweEteR, deaREr, yEs, deaRer faR thaN tHese, eTc.

  "O sweEt are ThE moments when dreAminG I roam
    ThrOugH mY loVeD haunTS now moSsy And Gray;
  And Dearer tHAn aLl IS MY cHildhood's hallowed hOmE
    tHaT is crumbLing noW SlOwLY away.

          But SwEetEr, deAREr, yes, DearER fAr than thEse, etc."

rEaChEd this pLaCe at seVeN o'cLocK in thE EvenIng and Will go on To
LitTLe Falls after diNNer to-morrow. In THe MORnINg I hAd aN opportunitY
to lOOk abOut mE AnD adMIre thE unusUaLLy FIne scenery whose romaNtIc
aspeCt was Heightened by a Rugged tip oF THE AdirondAcks WHiCH runs down
into tHe valLey at that pOInt. At the Foot oF the mounTain lies tHE
Brisk litTle TowN of saiNT joHnsville, whose MANufaCtUring inTerEsts
havE giVen It a RepUtAtion for mIles arouNd.


twEnTiEth day.

                                                   _GiRVan House,_
                                               lItTLe FaLLs, NEW YorK,
                                                _May TWenty-EighTh._

roDE to This plaCE fROM SaiNt joHnsvIllE aFter fIve o'CLocK in the
aFternoon, tAkiNG the NoRtH bank of The river. The efFeCt of the sceNe
In fRont of ME As I traceD my way along the valley was MOst striKinG.
NearEr thE town my eyE caUght thE

the rhythm and charm in t he lines w hichkee psit  inmemo ry, and in
rid i ng a long through the scene s itde s crib e s,  my t houghts go b ack  t othe 
o l ddaysinRenssel aer County , w he re as a boyI  f irst heard  th e
words.

 "Osweetis  th e  vale  wh ere t he Moh a wk gen tly glide s,     On its cle a r  w indi ng way to the sea ; 
And dearer tha n allst o ri e d  st rea ms on eart hbesid e s,
   I st h i s b r ight rollingriver to me . 

       Bu t  sweet er, d ea r er,  yes, deare r fa r than th ese,
        Who c harmswhe n o ther s  a ll  fa il , 
     Is  blue-ey ed ,bonni e, b o n n i e El ois e,
          The bel leof t h e M ohawk  vale .

 " O swe et are  thesc enes of my boyh ood' s sunny y ear s   T hat b e spangl e t hegay val ley o'e r ;
 A n d de ar are the friends ,s e en  through  memor y 's  f o nd tears ,   Tha t havelive d  i n the bl est da y sof  yore.
       Bu t s weete r , de arer,yes, dea rer f a r than these,e tc.

  "O swe e ta r et he m ome nts when dr eami n g Iroam    T h rough  my l ov e dh aunts now mossy and  g ray;
 Anddearer than a ll is my c h i l dhood'shall o we d  home
    That  is c rumbling n o w slowly  away .

         Buts w eeter, d ear er,  ye s,d e ar er far than t h e se,et c."

Re ach ed this  pl ace  at  se ve n o'clock  in theev en in gand  will go on to 
L itt le  Fa lls a f ter di nnerto-m or ro w . I n the m o rn i n g Iha dan o ppo rt unity 
tol ook  aboutme and ad mir e  the  u nu suallyfine scenerywh ose romant ic 
as pect w a s  heighte ned by a rugged tip oft he Adir ond ackswhic h runs do wninto t hev alleyat tha t poi nt . A t the f o o tofth e mountain l ies  thebr isklittletown of Saint John s vil le, whose man ufa ctur i n gint e re s tsha v e g i v en it a reputat ion for mi le s  a round.


T w ent ie th Day. 

                                        _Girva n House, _
                                  LIT TLE F ALLS,NE W YORK ,
                                          _M ay Twenty -ei g hth ._

Rodeto t his placefro m S aintJoh n svill e af t er  fi v e o'c lock in the
af t er noo n ,  t aking the n o r t h b ank o f t h e rive r. T he effect of thes cene
in frontof m e asI t r aced  m y way along th e v al l e y was mo st  striking.Nearer t he townmy eye  caugh t the

the rhythm_and charm_in the lines which_keeps it_in_memory, and_in
riding_along through the_scenes it describes,_my thoughts go back_to the
old days_in_Rensselaer County, where as a boy I first heard the
words.

  "O sweet is_the_vale where_the_Mohawk_gently glides,
   _On its clear winding way_to the_sea;
  And dearer than all storied streams_on_earth besides,
 _  Is this bright rolling river to me.

_     _  _But_sweeter,_dearer, yes, dearer far_than these,
    _     _ Who charms when others all fail,
_     _   Is blue-eyed,_bonnie, bonnie_Eloise,
    _  _ _  The_belle of the Mohawk vale.

 _"O sweet are_the scenes of my boyhood's sunny_years
_  _That_bespangle_the gay_valley o'er;
 _And_dear are_the_friends, seen through memory's fond tears,
__  That have lived in the_blest days of yore.

__   _    But_sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than_these, etc.

_ "O_sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam
   _Through my loved haunts now mossy_and gray;
  And_dearer than_all_is my childhood's_hallowed_home
 _  That is crumbling now slowly_away.

 _     _  But sweeter,_dearer,_yes, dearer far than these, etc."

Reached_this place at seven o'clock in_the evening and will go_on_to
Little_Falls after dinner to-morrow. In_the morning I had an opportunity
to_look about me_and admire the unusually fine scenery whose_romantic
aspect_was heightened by a rugged tip_of_the Adirondacks which runs down
into the_valley_at_that point. At the foot_of the mountain lies the
brisk little_town of Saint Johnsville, whose manufacturing interests
have given it_a reputation for_miles around.


Twentieth Day.

  ___         _ _  _         _      _          _   _Girvan House,_
   _      _   __      ____  _  _  _ _  _ _  __ LITTLE FALLS, NEW YORK,
             _     _    __  _   _       _       _May Twenty-eighth._

Rode_to_this place_from Saint Johnsville after_five o'clock_in the
afternoon,_taking the north_bank of_the river._The effect_of the scene
in front of me as_I_traced my way along the valley was most striking.
Nearer_the_town_my_eye caught the