It would be impossible to record the exclamations of the children. "It is a perfect picture, mother, all the way," said Julia. "I like every thing but these dronish farmers," said Edward. "See, papa," he continued, (not, perhaps, unwilling to display his agricultural observation) "see, that groupe of men, black and white, all leaning on their hoes, and staring at us, and they will stand and look just so, until the next carriage comes along, while their corn is trying in vain to shoot above the weeds that choke it. They seem to have no more soul than the clods they stand upon. I wish some of the farmers on the cold desolate hills of New-England had this fine soil." "My dear Ned," replied Mr. Sackville, "I do not wonder at your indignation. I have myself been marvelling, that, as a poet says, 'Nature should waste her wonders on such men;' but there is compensation every where, or, as your mother would say, there 'are divers gifts.' The man born to the inheritance of cold and sterile hills, is compelled to be industrious, frugal, vigorous, and resolute to live, and thus the advantages of his moral condition are more than an equivalent for the physical advantages of a fine soil or climate, or both." "Ah, well, papa," replied Edward, "if I had my choice, I should take this fine soil on the Mohawk, and cultivate it with the mountain virtues, industry, resolution, &c. and I might make a paradise here." "A paradise, Ned!" exclaimed Mrs. Sackville, "do you remember that Milton says, Now morn her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd? If you would be a tiller of the earth, Ned, you must learn to like early rising and hard work, better than you do now, and not go on living so like the lilies of the field, that are clothed, though they toil not." Edward looked a little crest-fallen. "Your self-confidence provoked a gentle rebuke," said his father; "but it is a very common mistake, my dear son, for those much older than you are, to fancy they should avoid the faults others commit, if placed in their situation. But, before you permit such a presumption, be sure that you have resisted all the temptations in your own path, and have performed all the duties which belong to the sphere Providence has assigned to you. Here we are at the close of our day's journey, and my admonition comes in very well, like the moral at the end of a tale; this I think is one of the prettiest places on the river. If I mistake not, the village opposite to us is Palatine." The party alighted at Mrs. B's inn. The children entreated their mother to take her port-folio, and stroll with them along the bank of the river, while the tea was getting in readiness.