I have been in the enjoiment of our delicious spring. the soft genial temperature of the season, just above the want of fire, enlivened by the reanimation of birds, flowers, the fields, forests & gardens, has been truly delightful & continues to be so ... indeed my experience of the...

We left Charlottesville on Saturday morning, the 4th of February, for Mr. Jefferson’s. He lives, you know, on a mountain, which he has named Monticello ... The ascent of this steep, savage hill, was as pensive and slow as Satan’s ascent to Paradise. We were obliged to wind two thirds round its...

for we may safely aver, that Mr. Jefferson is the first American who has consulted the fine arts to know how he should shelter himself from the weather.

“In every Pole there is Jefferson more than anyone else, a love of freedom, free expression—and having a house of one’s own,” he said with a laugh. He predicted all Poles will “pick up Monticello as a symbol of what is needed in Poland—a fruitful place, because it has the land—but also a place...

I examined with great satisfaction your barometrical estimate of the heights of our mountains, and with the more as they corroborated conjectures on this subject which I had made before. my estimates had made them a little higher than yours (I speak of the blue ridge.) measuring with a very nice...

“Here,” said he, casting his eyes on the level plain before us, “Here you can form no adequate idea of the beauty or sublimity of a winter’s storm; but standing, as I have often stood at Monticello, to watch its progress—rising over the distant Alleghany, come sweeping and roaring on, mountain...

‘The pride, the pèrfume of the regions round’ Shenstone. Elegy. 16. ‘The fragrance of the bean’s perfùme’ ib. Ode on rural elegance.

Let the exit of the spiral ... look on a small and distant part of the blue mountains. In the middle of the temple an altar, the sides of turf, the top a plain stone.

I have often seen a leg of the bow below my level. my situation at Monticello admitted this, because there is a mountain there in the opposite direction of the afternoon’s sun, the valley between which & Monticello is 500 feet deep. I have seen a leg of a rainbow plunge down on the river...

The most exalted of our young Genius’s in Boston have an Ambition to see Montecello, its Library and its Sage.