And this a paradise,

   But, ah! the deep disgrace is,

   This loveliest of places

    A vulgar name should blight!

   But, death to Dobbs! we'll change it,

   If money can arrange it,

    So, pleasant dreams; good night!"

   I could not sleep, but, raising

   The window, stood, moon-gazing,

    In fairyland a guest;

   "On such a night,"

    et cetera

   —

   See Shakespeare for much better a

   Description of the rest,—

   I mused, how sweet to wander

   Beside the river, yonder;

    And then the sudden whim

   Seized my head to pillow

   On Hudson's sparkling billow,

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