Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1852-09-25
Home Impressions,

nlISs H. We IhAC1s HOW NiIts Obllfhf
turned few days ago from visit of some
thing over year TO Europe. She went out
as delegate from Ohio to the Peace Con-
gress, aud remained in England and France,
principally in the former, actively engaged
in good works and in examining and com
pairing the condition, characteristics, aud
prospects of the Old World with the New.
During her absence Mrs. r.. wrote series
of interesting letters to the Ohio Statesman,
and in nn epistle from New York she thus
gives her sensations and impressions IN re-
tuning to her native lands
But uier seventeen days, we found our
selves in sight of land, American land.
would not let my heart bound up as It would
have delighted to, for ] said, You have look
cd ns coldly ms possible on other countries,
seeking out their faults; now do not take Il
for granted that all is right at home just be-
caIisc il is your native lund, but weigh well
lis defects against its beauties, and then you
can know more fully, whether you aud your
country people are The cgregious boasters
they ure said to he by their transatlantic
uncles and 0uuts. So, MS we came up the
Delaware, looked out with the cold eye OF
critic, comparing the shades Of green, the
forms of trees, the aspect of houses in the
distance, in short the whole landscape, To
see II il were worthy the eulogiums that ]
had been wont to lavish upon II in the old
werld. Nearer, nearer, our gallant ship
made for the land, aud higher aud higher
swelled my bosom with pride and gratitude
/ that this was my own country, my dear nnllye
| land. Then ns we neared tie city, vessel at
ter vessel glided by with its graceful awnings
raised, and its hundreds OF happy looking
passengers looking out and waving us we
come. Mutitudes Of white suils were
spread 10 the soft signing land breeze, aud
| all seemed like land of enchantnent.
Then rose the beautiful city Of Penn upon
the green banks, embowered in its shades Of
green, a city without smoke or dust, and as
you passed its streets, there seemed no pow
erty, aud none of those evidences of degra-
dnlion that we meet in the cities of the Old
World.
The delicate beauty aud grace of the wo-
men and children first struck me as passed
through the streets. What a contrast to
what had daily seen in tlie Old World
Then had not vniuly boasted, it was true,
all true, aud more than true, what had
said and boasted of in the Old World. We
were not iaullless but we possessed elements
Of general happiness and refinement in
higher degree than amy other land.
went ont through the city, into the midst
of its green shade, aud looked upon the
works of mems hands, where wealth had
reared stately domes, and bcnevolence had
consccrated them TO the good of humanity
Did the finest specimens of architectural nri
in the cities of the Old World so entirely
eclipse all that here saw? No, there was
the Asylum for Orphans reared by the mu-
nifccnrc of Girurd, which would almost vie
with the temple Of glory which Napoleon
| intended to lave consecrated 10 his heroes.
Such was one temple of glory here, the
/ fruits of the tolls of once poor laborer, de-
voted TO the good of homeless Children
Then | went TO see the Water-Works at
| Paramount, aud as the last shades of day la-
ded into the gloom of twilight | looked
down upon the waters with their beautiful
surroundings, aud my heart said, never have
! met in the cid world such n sceae of sur
passing lOvelincss.
Then again embarked upon the river
and nonted toward New York, beautiful aud
enchanting MS any Of the Old World cities,
, for, though it cannot hoast of its Champs dc
Elysee, il can of its Battery, unrivaled in a
beauty all its own.
II is said by some tourist, that the most
} beautiful sight that traveller ever witnesses
is the first sight of his native land on return.
ing 10 il. So | am sure all travellers will
= pardon my extravaganza, even If ! did, as
passed by steam up The river and over the
= railway, give vent to my emotions in n faint
effort at poetry, The only true language o
emotion.
Gazcd ye ever, gazcd sc ever
On scene so fair as this
In the old world where you've wandered,
Questioning of human bliss;
Tell mo not of palace grandeur,
Crowning hills along the Rhine,
Where the relies of their splendor,
Sublimer seem thro' lapse OF time.
Tell me not that France more lovely.
Spreads her valleys to the sky,
Where her towering trees of Freedom,
Lit their stately heads on high
That her vine-clad hills arc fairer,
With her PEASANTS lowly homes
That her cities boast moro sp.cndor,
Frccr lght-wirgcd Fancy roums.
England, with her soft green hedges,
, Like garden all doth seem,
Where, thro' meadows rich in vcrdurc,
Courses many blue waved stream
: Peasant homes whose lowly beauty,
, Like the flowers that round them twine