GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. Vol. XX. February, 1842. No. 2. Contents Fiction, Literature and Articles Harper’s Ferry Harry Cavendish continued The Two Dukes continued Original Letter from Charles Dickens The Duello Dreams of the Land and Sea Mrs. Norton The Lady’s Choice The Blue Velvet Mantilla The Daughters of Dr. Byles A Few Words About Brainard Review of New Books Poetry, Music and Fashion My Bonnie Steed Nydia, The Blind Flower-Girl of Pompeii Rosaline Sonnet The Veiled Altar Agathè.—A Necromaunt Sonnet A Dream of the Dead The Dream Is Past Spring Fashions in Advance Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook. [Illustration: W.H. Bartlett, A.L. Dick., HARPER’S FERRY. (From the Blue ridge.)] * * * * * GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE. Vol. XX. PHILADELPHIA: FEBRUARY, 1842. No. 2. * * * * * HARPER’S FERRY. The scenery at Harper’s Ferry, Virginia, is perhaps the most picturesque in America. The view given in the accompanying engraving is taken from the Blue Ridge, from whence the tourist enjoys the finest prospect of this delightful spot. Lofty as the summit is, and difficult as the ascent proves to the uninitiated, the magnificence of the view from the top of the ridge amply compensates the adventurer for his trouble. Immediately beneath your feet are seen the Potomac and Shenandoah enveloping the beautiful village of Harper’s Ferry in their folds, and then joining, their waters flow on in silent beauty, until lost behind the gorges of the mountains. Far away in the distance stretch a succession of woody plains, diversified with farm-houses and villages, and gradually growing more and more indistinct, until they fade away into the summits of the Alleghanies. But we cannot do better than give President Jefferson’s unrivalled description of this scene. “The passage,” he says, “of the Potomac, through the Blue Ridge, is, perhaps, one of the most stupendous scenes in nature. You stand on a very high point of land; on your right comes up the Shenandoah, having ranged along the foot of the mountains a hundred miles to seek a vent, on your left approaches the Potomac, in quest of a passage also: in the moment of their junction, they rush together against the mountain, rend it asunder and pass off to the sea. The first glance of this scene harries our senses into the opinion that the mountains were formed first, that the rivers began to flow afterwards, that, in this place particularly they have been dammed up by the Blue Ridge of mountains, and have formed