Sir Francis Head, an English traveller and a Governor-General of Canada, tells us that “in both the northern and southern hemispheres of the New World, Nature has not only outlined her works on a larger scale, but has painted the whole picture with brighter and more costly colors than she used in delineating and in beautifying the Old World....  The heavens of America appear infinitely higher, the sky is bluer, the air is fresher, the cold is intenser, the moon looks larger, the stars are brighter, the thunder is louder, the lightning is vivider, the wind is stronger, the rain is heavier, the mountains are higher, the rivers longer, the forests bigger, the plains broader.”  This statement will do at least to set against Buffon’s account of this part of the world and its productions.

Linnaeus said long ago, “Nescio quae facies laeta, glabra plantis Americanis:  I know not what there is of joyous and smooth in the aspect of American plants”; and I think that in this country there are no, or at most very few, Africanae bestice, African beasts, as the Romans called them, and that in this respect also it is peculiarly fitted for the habitation of man.  We are told that within three miles of the centre of the East-Indian city of Singapore, some of the inhabitants are annually carried off by tigers; but the traveller can lie down in the woods at night almost anywhere in North America without fear of wild beasts.

These are encouraging testimonies.  If the moon looks larger here than in Europe, probably the sun looks larger also.  If the heavens of America appear infinitely higher, and the stars brighter, I trust that these facts are symbolical of the height to which the philosophy and poetry and religion of her inhabitants may one day soar.  At length, perchance, the immaterial heaven will appear as much higher to the American mind, and the intimations that star it as much brighter.  For I believe that climate does thus react on man,—­as there is something in the mountain-air that feeds the spirit and inspires.  Will not man grow to greater perfection intellectually as well as physically under these influences?  Or is it unimportant how many foggy days there are in his life?  I trust that we shall be more imaginative, that our thoughts will be clearer, fresher, and more ethereal, as our sky,—­our understanding more comprehensive and broader, like our plains,—­our intellect generally on a grander scale, like our thunder and lightning, our rivers and mountains and forests,—­and our hearts shall even correspond in breadth and depth and grandeur to our inland seas.  Perchance there will appear to the traveller something, he knows not what, of laeta and glabra, of joyous and serene, in our very faces.  Else to what end does the world go on, and why was America discovered?

To Americans I hardly need to say,—­

“Westward the star of empire takes its way.”

As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise was more favorably situated on the whole than the backwoodsman in this country.