Wed. This morning was one of the finest imaginable & as an opportunity offered I was gratified in riding out with Mrs. Luce. Our first object was the summit of the East hill from which burst suddenly on the right one of the most delightful visions I scarce ever saw. The wide spread valley with Elmira in its center lay before us variegated with all the richness of mid-summer & harvest fields, with the river smoothly rolling, its waters sparkling in the sun even to our feet as it hid itself in the wood at the foot of the hill, while far away with scarce a tinge of blue rose hill upon hill decorated with the ripening grain or fields of green forming as a whole one of the most charming scenes that imagination could picture. Not a cloud save a small but heavy rolling mass in the distant north, with the softest breezes of summer laden with the fragrance of the new made hay, all conspired to make our ride & prospect as pleasant as heart could have wished. But we stopped not here. On our return we took in South-port square making an addition of about five miles of country rich as wish could crave, & found ourselves at home when the bell rang forth 12 oclk. I returned my establishment & on my way to dinner was most happily entertained with the reception of a letter from Caroline S— from Provdce R.I. which I discussed as a dessert. This PM too I was pleased to find a letter from Ithaca tho’ the news was not quite so pleasing as I had anticipated. I supposed Julia was in Whitestown on Mon instead of which she arrives there not till Thurs or to-morrow Providence permitting.
Albert M. Potter (1816-1865) hield van 1837-1841 een dagboek bij.
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