Constantine republican. [volume] (Constantine, Mich.) 1836-1838, 1837-10-18

full aud sunny TO her juhclon, like the bride,
who is most lovely when just, losing her
virgin name, and pouring the wealth OF
her whole exisfance into the bosom ofanoth-
err; and, uniroubled with his new burden,
the lordly Susquehannah kept on his ma,
lestic way, type Of such vainly-dreaded,
but easily-born responsibilities. :
At Blnghamion, we turned our course
down the Susquehannah. This delicious
word. in the Indian tongue, describes its
peculiar and constant winnings land ven-
ture to say that on no river in the world
are the grand and beautiful in scenery so
gloriously mixed. The road to Owego
follows the course of the valley rather than
Of the river, the silver curves are constant.
" in view and, from every slight elevation
cleaning through green fringes of trees,
circling the bright islands which occasonly
divided their waters Iii ia a cuff, riuAn aud
slngularly living aud joyous in its express
sion.
At Owego there is remarkable comb.
nation of bold scenery and habiiable plain.
One of those small, bright rivers, which are
called creeks in this country, comes in
with its valley at right angles, to the vale
aud stream Of the Susquehaunah, forming
a star with three rays, or plain with three
radiating valleys; or city. Tin the future.
perhaps,) with three magnificent exits aud
entrances. The angle is round mountain
some four or five hundred feet in height.
which kneels fairly down NJ the meeting OF
the two streams, while another round noun
rain, of an easy ACTIVITY, lifts gracefully
from the opposite bank, as ifrising from the
same act of homage 10 nature. Below The
town and above it, the mountains, for the
first time, give in to the exact shape of the
rivers short and capricious course; and
the plain on which the town stands j. en-
closed between two amphuheaires of lofty
nils, shaped with the regularity and even
edge Of coliseum, and resembling the two
halves Of leaf.lined vase, struck apart by
a twisted wand Of silver.
Owcgo Creek should have a pretter
name-for ts small vale Is the soul and es.
sence Of loneliness. A meadow Of a mile
in breadth, fertile, soft, and sprnkled with
stately trees, furnishes a bed for its swift
winnings and from the edge Of this new
Tempe, on the southern side, rise three
steppes, or natural terraces, over the highest
of which the forest rears its head, AMI
looks in upon the meeting. of the rivo's
while dowa the sides. terrace bv terrace.
leap the small strcamlets from the mountain
springs. forming each again It's own small
Ter dimple in this loveliest face Of nature.
There are more romantic, wilder places
than this in the world. but none on earth
mare ha5jtaJly beautiful. In these broad
valleys, where the grain fields and the
meadows, and the sunny farms are wal
led in by glorious mountain sides not oh.
trusively near, YET by their noble and won.
derous outlines, giving perpetual refresh
ment. an hourly changing feast TO the eye
jim these valleys, mans household goods
vearn for an alter. Here are mountains
that, TO look on but once, becomes feel.
ing'-a river at whose grandeur TO mar
el-and hundred jtreamlets to lace about
the heart. Here are fertile fields. noddng
with grain "a thousand cattle grazing Oh
| the hills-here is assembled together, in
one wondrous centre, n specimen OF ever,
| most loved lineament of nature. Here
would have home! Give me cot.
tage by one of these shining sireamlets-
upon one of these terraces, that seem steps
to Olympus, and let me ramble over these
mountain sides, while my flowers are grow.
ing, and my head silvering in tranquil hap
piness. He whose Penates would moi
root ineradicably here, has no heart for IA
home, nor senses for the glory of nature.