Loiterings and Meditations among the Catskill Mountains.
Laurel House, in the Catskills, Saturday, Aug. 12, 1854, To the Editor of the New-York Daily Times: At these heights, — in these silences, with the clouds beneath you, and above you trees that in VIRGIL’S phrase strive to strike the sky with their lofty tops — the ordinary language of human life — of credit-profit-and-loss life especially — seems the dialect of another, and, in more senses than one, of a lower world. Unfortunately, a man brings his soul with him wherever he comes, and Wall-street on the Mountain is Wall street in New York. As I write this, I am looking down the gorge, below the Falls, and a man is by my side who cannot descend three hundred feet by the most rural of staircases, to see the water precipitate itself from such a height, because he must “get back home again” to attend to his pigs. So the language of Wall-street and the dialect of the swine-herd are of one family. The broker to his bonds, and the pig-keeper to his porkers. For within a hundred yards stands a Wall-street broker, who told me in distinct phrase, and without a blush, that the great pleasure of the Catskills is freedom from mosquitoes and a cool temperature, — but he must get back to-day. He arrived here this morning.
~THE CITY HALL BELL-RINGER
[The critic and columnist Charles Welden, part of a series of articles published under his pseudonym in the New-York Daily Times, August 15, 1854.]