Du Buque visitor. [volume] (Dubuque, Lead Mines, Wisconsin Territory) 1836-1837, 1836-08-03
dead Mso TERRITORY WEDNESDAY, AUGUST s. 1886
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leachof these there was link that might
/ connect me with them. The sight d
e. ship always does strangers hear
1good, when he is in foreign land, and
i particularly if he has been long in The
interior Of that land, for upon it hi
feels as if hecould walk where he would
be stranger and foreigner no more
The great glory Of the Adriatic, though
is not this in the eye of a pilgrim from
the new world Il Is the esl1 j, e
less thing amid the ruined empires al
taround. The Oldest of all, yet is the
only thing young. Beauty and you'll
Isit upon its waves and its shores alone
4 The Mediterranean, the Archipelago
and the Adriatic, are astleywere when
Homer coasted along them, or when
the Egyptians sent arts and arms to
4 Greece.
/ Twenty nations, with their opulen,
]cities, regal palaces, their temples, and
their arts, have fallen, upon the PENN
sula between the Euxine and the Medi.
1terranean alone. The Trojan, the Ly-
dian, the Macedonian, the Persian, the
Greek, the Roman and the Turk, have
each in turn shed their blood, and won
their triumphs OIL its plains. Just over
this sea is the land Of Pericles, Themis-
tocles and Cimon. An American steam
boat in single day would carry me
1quite1ear the Acropolisand Mars Hill,
or the Areopagus Of Athens: but the
lcity that Pericles adorned with mar
Bile, has but few other relics of inter-
est left than the genius Of the place.
| AS we rode along could not but
think upon the varied races of men that
have sailed in arms over those waters,
and upon the various means Of naviga-
| ton, from the Grccian and Roman with
their galleys, and the Venitian, cling
ling to the coast, without compass to
guide them, to that new invention, that
new power thata countryman of ours
Ivivified and subdued for the service of
man, so as to enable him to defy wind
and tide. And it was a source of high
qualification TO me to see, though / was
now upon one of the oldest known seas
of the world, which the Prov had been
lcleaving euerainea theshset. rAsrpreuya
to catch the wind to move the wood
yet that upon all these seas, from the
best could learn, aye, even from the
pillars Of Hercules to the Euxine, from
the mouth OF the Nile to Genoa the SUI
|perb, seas where arts and arms and
commercehad their birth-yet that IN
on these, thus laving the shore Of E.
gypt, and Palestine, and Greece, and
Italy, and Turkey, and Gallia, and
Spain, there are not so many steam
boats as there are upon single inland
scaters cflake Erie, where sixty years
ago the savage ragged, and the toma-
hawk was brandished in terror! Good
God, what an idea does this give of4hc
growth and promise Of my country! I
verify believe that is now worth ali the
trade of the whole Mediterranean and
its tributaries. The three hundred
steamboats, Of the Mississippi would
create more establishment here than did
the army Of the Persian monarch who
lashed the sea; and the vast inland vale
from which they come is 4 world all
most, if not quite, as largeas Thucydi-
des or Strabo dreamed Of.
From the New Yorker.
CHURCHYARDS.
We rejoice to see that the public
mind, in many parts of our country,
seems to be undergoing change res
pccting the locality and decorations sc
the burial-places Of the dead. We hail
it as an indication ola purer state, and
the dawn ofa better state Of feeling as
thecause Of a new accession to human
happiness, by giving juster notions Of
that great change which so surely az
waits US abby divesting the grave
Ct all fictitious gloom, and robbing1
Death Of every terror except its own.
The. las. scst;ag-piaces Of humanity I
have too long been the emblems Of de-
scrtion and desol ation, where mos. ne
yer come, unless decency or destiny
;ompels them, borne by their survivors
p bearing the dead. The weeds and
'ank grass have too long sprung up to
hide the heaving turf and neglected
memorial which mark the place Of the
departed The cemetery has too long
,een recorded like the Acheron or Cim-
neria Of poets place where fear and
olitude dwell and hope never comes.