The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-05-26

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celebrated work of art, ind;c.,aa
| caption above, shall remain hs,.
30 extensive in its design, and executed ~;,h
such minute regard for truth, has neve, -
fore, we believe, been exhibited in this c;,v
So, at least, we are told by those who have
passed over the scenes itrepresents for, per.
sonally, we have had no opportunity of judg.
ing, save in so far as the city of Boston and
the storm at sea are delinea,ed.
After having shown ps Boston and Halifax,
| we are taken out to sea, upon rum across
| the Atlantic, encountering in the voyage
storm, which subsidies just as we come in sight
OF Cape Clear. We are carried up the Mersey 10
Liverpool, and indulged with bird eye view
of that great Emporium. Next, we are trans
ported suddenly t5 LONDON, where, many
| scenes, which derive interest from their his
torical associations, are placed before our
eyes We have view of the Tower, of West
minister Abbey, of the new Parliament House.
of St. Paul's, Of the Waterloo, Blackfriar's
and New London Bridges, together with
glimpse ofthe ruins of the Old London Bridge,
the Lord Mayors Show, and the Thames
Tunnel. We are next set down at the holy
city of Cologne, upon the Rhine, and follow
| the southern branch o! that classical stream
upward, in the direction of Switzerland, stop
ping to gaze tor moment upon the innumera-
BILE castles and towers, once the residences of
feudai chiefs. but now, for the most part, in ru.
ms, which besprinkle this lovely portion of
| the earth.
Alter proceeding in this direction, as far as
Heidelberg, on the Neckar about 10 miles
above the point at which it mingles its waters
with the Rhine, we turn our faces downward,.
and pass along henorthern bank of the latter
river, not less rich in scenery, and in bistor;.
cal associations than the opposite shore. We
should be d into too long q trespass upon the
patience of our readers, should we attemnt to
describe the beauty of these inimitable scenes
| All was classical, all was enchanted ground
everything breathed of Childe Harold. and we
could not avoid recurring to those magnificent
lines which seem to have been inspired by the
very genius of the Rhine.
| - 'irue Wisdom's world will be
Within its own creation, or in thine
Maternal Nature tor who teens like thee
| Thus on the banks ofthy ma estic Rhinea
There Harold gazes work divine
| blending of all beauties streams and dells,
Fruit, foliage, crag wood, cornield, mountain.
vine,
| And chie1ess castles breathing stern fareve,s
| From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenlv
| dwels.
And there they stand, as stands lofty mind
IIprv, hnfn tnn npinr f, tha kn.1
| Ali tenantless, save to the crannyiug wind,
| Or holding dark communion with the cloud.
There was day when they were young and
| proud
Banners on high, and battles pass'd below;
| But they who fought are in a bloody shroud,
And those which waved shredless dust ere
now,
And the bleak battlements shall bear no future
| blow
| Beneath these battlements, within those wrlls,
Power dwelt amidst her passions; In proud
Each robber chief upheld his armed halls,
| Doing his evil will, nor less elale "a
| Than mightier heroes of longer date.
| What want these outlaws conquerors should
But Hstorys purchased page to call them great
wider space, ornamented gravsf
Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were
full as brave. s-. =
In their baronia feuds and single fields,
what DEEDS OF proWess unrecorded died
And Love, whi :h lent a biaz on to their shields,
With emblems ell devised by amoro Gus pride,
Through all the mail OF iron hearts would glide;
But still their flame was herceness, and drew ON
Keen conte.t aud destruction rear allied,
And many tower for some fair mischief won,
| Saw the discolor'd Rhine beneath It's ruin run
| But Thou, exung snd Astounding river!
| Making thy waves blessing they flow
| Through banks whose beauty would endure for
| ever fa
| Could man but leave thy bright creation 80,
Nor It's tair premise trom the surface NOW
| With ne sharp scythe of conhict,-then to see
Thy valley OF sweet waters, were to know
| Earth paved like Heaven and to seem such to
| me,
| Even now what wants thy stream i-that it should
Lethe be
| thousand battles have assaild thy banks,
| But these and half their fame have pass't away
And Slaughter heapd on nigh his wetering
| ranks;
| Their very graves are gone, and what are they
| Thy fi3e wash'd down the bood of yesterday,
And all was stainless, and on thy clear stream
| Glass'd with its dancing light the sunny ray;
| But DER tne plackesd mem ,ry's blighting dream
Thy waves would vainly roll, ell sw esping as they
| seem !"
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