The Crayon Papers

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I was born among romantic scenery, in one of the wildest parts of the Hudson, which at that time was not so thickly settled as at present.  My father was descended from one of the old Huguenot families that came over to this country on the revocation of the edict of Nantz.  He lived in a style of easy, rural independence, on a patrimonial estate that had been for two or three generations in the family.  He was an indolent, good-natured man, who took the world as it went, and had a kind of laughing philosophy, that parried all rubs and mishaps, and served him in the place of wisdom.  This was the part of his character least to my taste; for I was of an enthusiastic, excitable temperament, prone to kindle up with new schemes and projects, and he was apt to dash my sallying enthusiasm by some unlucky joke; so that whenever I was in a glow with any sudden excitement, I stood in mortal dread of his good-humor.