Heart. But they told me, they would come back again the next year.
Head. But in the mean time, see what you surfer: and their return, too,
depends on so many circumstances, that, if you had a grain of prudence,
you would not count upon it. Upon the whole, it is improbable, and
therefore you should abandon the idea of ever seeing them again.
Heart. May Heaven abandon me, if I do!
Head. Very well. Suppose, then, they come back. They are to stay two
months, and when these are expired, what is to follow? Perhaps you
flatter yourself they may come to America?
Heart. God only knows what is to happen. I see nothing impossible in
that supposition: and I see things wonderfully contrived sometimes to
make us happy. Where could they find such objects as in America, for
the exercise of their enchanting art; especially the lady, who paints
landscapes so inimitably? She wants only subjects worthy of immortality,
to render her pencil immortal. The Falling Spring, the Cascade of
Niagara, the Passage of the Potomac through the Blue Mountains, the
Natural Bridge; it is worth a voyage across the Atlantic to see these
objects; much more to paint, and make them, and thereby ourselves, known
to all ages.
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