A city in the clouds and a Castle in the air.
--A few evenings ago, while riding in the eastern suburb of the city, we beheld one of those rare spectacles which appear at intervals under peculiar conditions of the atmosphere, when, as it would seem, the sky being transformed into a vast mirror reflects the objects immediately under it, and lends to them the brilliancy of its own colors and the touches of a matchless hand. The son meanwhile had been hid under a mass of clouds until the spectral city, rising from valley and hill, appeared within a stone's throw of the spot from which we viewed it. A castle of the air, with its banner of sunlight, its wall of fire, and sparkling turrets looked down on us defiantly. We were not without emotion at beholding this beautiful symbol painted in the heavens, and at once accepted it as a happy omen for our cause. Should the enemy succeed in breaking our lines and penetrating our city, he may find every house a castle and everything floating therefrom a range of defiance and battle.
