The New York herald., 1850-09-17
decay. Its vigor and vitality seem unwassed and

decay. Its vigor and vitality seem unwassed and
undiminished. We do not know what may be tbs
opinions frnen If science, but il does not seem a
very singular opinion to hazard, that families of
trees finally become extinct, like lost races Of ami
mails, and there does seem some pausbility in the
theory, that ss man advances, the reign OF nature
vances the animal and the vegetable world retire.
We no longer find those immense animals IN the
ocean or on the land, which once were thought
by geologists to have held undivided sway over
the physical creation. Ifit be so, il might afford US
another illustration of the lesson are so slow to
learn, that mind outweighs the world, so far in
its majesty and glory does spint surpass matter
every element OF nature s subjected to the
stern and unbending despotism OF the human will.
Lightning owns its slavery; fire, earth, air, and
water clank their chains for man. IL the result Of
all was that man himself was reduced more per-
fectly in his allegiance to God, to virtue and to
truth, how sublime and beautiful would be every
step Of his progress!
The endless variety of tho Lebanon Springs
scenery strikes every visiter, and those most whe
stay longest We have known those who have
been here for three months in succe ession, who,
almost every successive day. found some hill, ledge,
grove, lake. landscape or mountain rill, of which
they had before no knowledge. And the hard,
smooth, gravelled roads wind around or over every
hill and mountain, and from every valley, chang
ing the landscape at every turn, and sfording new
beauties at every step. They remind US of those
exquisite variations which the gre a. masters intro
duce into their pieces when performed by them
selves. OF course, ii is needless TO remark that,
amidst such varicgated scenery there is endless
variety of shs de and flowers; that the springs
send forth their gushing rivuets from ali the hills,
cool, limpd and refreshing; that the air is clear
bracing and pure; that the little lakes scattered
about on all sides, are cool slnost TO iciness,
gravelled at the bottom; with deep solemn pines
warm, fresh, genial naples, tender breeze espond-
ing aspens; slim, graceful bending, swaying elins;
rude, scraggy old oaks; domestic, gnarled,
honest, homelooking apple trees, and stately
sycamores, now dying at the tops. These lakes
are all alive with darting pickerel, with their large
mouths and silvery sides, and exquisely cut tails;
golden hued perch sly speckled trout down
deep among the rocks and gravel, and then lying
under the shadows Of those glorious trees that
mark the course Of every mountain stream. A
mornings stroll will reward the trouter with an
abundance of that graceful, exquisite fish, that
the stream and scents the sportsman with an in
stinct finer than genius. These sedgy brook mar
gins, and close covers, are haunted with woodcock
and partridge in their season. and back Of the farm
houses you often zee the tempting bait suspended
from an appletree bough, to court the foxes from
the mountain side TO be shot by some fatal bullet
through hole in a barn. In the fall and spring,
vast ocks of wild pigeons hurry across the valley.
from one wheatfeld to another on their way to a
warmer a colder cline. Such are few Of the
glances have cast here on the scenery, during a
few weeks OF quiet seclusion. Ineed say nothing
Of the comforts and accommodations ot Columbia
Hall. They are above all praise. The house is
still filed with guests, reluctant to go away, and
many Of the apartments are engaged for the next
season.