Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1852-09-15
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Knickerbocker Gossip.
The September number of this Magazine s;fully
equal to its predecessors. We copy below few
paragraphs from the sparkling pages of the gossip
with readers and correspondents u "
1t was something. we thought, to stand on the
top OF one OF the higher Alps, and see the shadow
of a total eclipse of the sun march maiestically
over the empires spread out below blotting out as
with inky blackness, the fair fields of Italy but
almost equally sublime scenes must have beenIbe-
held by an English traveller who recently made the
ascent of Mont Blanc, the Monarch of Noun
tains.' He is at the foot of Dome Goute.' an
lawful elevation terminating at the base Of the
last pinnacle, 'the monarch's hoary CROWN when
the following phenomena was witnessed:
"While we waited for the sun, the scenes were
init and the Dome de Goute were tipped with the
moon, and stood out like comets in the black sky,
while behind, on the opposite side of the valley Of
Chamouai, namely, on the range of Brevent, the
whole OF Mont Blanc's shadow in the moonlight
was reflected. No pictorial effort could convey
the solemn majesty of this scene. When the sun
began to rise in the deep red over the wall Of
mountains, the scene was still more grand; the
preclpitous ctis OF the Geant, bearing up the for
tresses OF ice cut the golden sky with their black
edges and while on one side scarcely any light ap
peared in the sky, the other was in hard relief
against its brilliancy. The Dome de Goute now
opposite the sun, was mass of gorgeous violet
color, which being reflected on the prominences of
emerald green ice on the plain before us, gave
variety and peculiarly that if correctly described
would sound like magic illusion; it seemed like
walking on huge prism" laGEisQds
AS the traveller ascended the last pinnacle, the
guides before him were cutting with pole axes,
steps in the frmest and clearest ice; pale-green
blocks OF which went rattling down with a noise
like loose tiles from the top of house roof They
all at length reached the summit, where they re-
manned some two hours. The top extends nearly
seventy yards, running east and west the west end
being some five yards higher than the east. The
view was. magnifcent-subline! eThe Bernese
Oberland appeared like mass of mountains pack
ed in clouds; their peaks rose from the clouds,
which seemed to fill the villages. Monte Rosa and
the Wetterhorn appeared beyond, and on that side
no real horizon appeared. To the south the Gei
noese mountains, and over them long purple
mist, whether the Mediterranean; or not, was iin-
certain. Toward Lyons the clouds were low and
nothing was seen but the line of Jura stretched far
away, and beyond it the Cote dor. Not q yapor
| obstructed the glare of the sun above us.sAWe
were looking, as it were, at many conteinporaneous
days. Our own day was fine, but at Lyons, as in
the valleys of the Oberland, it was otherwise
Beyond Mount Jura the horizon seemed likea sea
of faint blue. The Lake of Geneva was distinctly
seen. Think of looking down from an eminence
upon the ,ceather. is fine thing, we have often
thought, to know every day by telegraph what the
weather IS IN various parts of our counry; but to
look down upon it in all of its varieties, from the
top of towering Alp, must be sublimity beyond
the .lightning of the wiresn 4'r-.l 9lifptt1l of
clever correspondent argues very ingeniously
| to prove that The Earth is an Ar.inal,' and he
thinks it will go nigh to be thought so, shorty'-
Some of his arguments in favor of this conclusion
| are amusing. For example: What have we then,
| as regards the Earth? A mass of water, enveloped
in crust of rock-a big baby in its swaddling-
| clothes. olcanic agencies; rains, fits, cOnvul-
! sons, deluges of tears. Can't trace it up, all
the way from its birth If the Earth were not
alive, how could it furnish life to so many exist
encies, of SO many myriad kinds r. The mothers
breast, unless warmed by life could no longer fur
nish nutriment to the infant how then could the
Earth uni IS it were alive Z? Answer us that tmy
masters y. second argument is, that the Earth is
| huge feeder, great drinker, and that it is very
often sick. 1t .overloads its stomachwit wiIted
vegetables every autumn, and has either chills
| feyers the whole year round. Moreover; it is its
own cook the game is often too high and half
the time the fire plays the deuce the culinary de-
| partment so that everything is either under-done
or over-done, at different seasons, The third arg-
ment is very strange one. The Earth is fond Of
| dress : choosing, now the gayest colors, now
subdued wardrobe, and again contenting itself with
a plain white mantle but has an entire new ward
robe every year, even to the smallest under gar
ment. The Earth is its own tailor, well as its
own cook. tits fond of amusements too /; has its
operas, with magnificent scenery, and perfoman-
| ces of the first order of excellence Doubtless
the songs of those bright spheres that bedeck the
sky may be heard by the Earth, if it choose but lis
| ten; indeed Earth herself may be performer in
the same opera, and shine forth every night prima
donna in the scene. How delightful! No execra-
| BILE numbering of time ; no fddles no crowding
and jammng; no hot, sufocating rooms no get
| ting on fire no h-hi's ;'no peanuts; and above
all, nothing to pay at the door, There is no door,!
But listen to the conclusion: for not long in light
vein can he continue, who speaks of the visible
handiwork of the Almighty: tihb t-'a5 on
"If what we can see be so sublimely beautiful,
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which shall be heard when all the of God shall
shout together for Joy, and the voices that go thro
the sky shall call from star unto star And when
the beautifully tinted curtain in the west-a new
one every night, often most gorgeously painted and
beautiful beyond the power of words-is drawn
aside, how quiet the scene; how solemnly it all
proceeds-how brighter than the loveliest dream
that ever visited poets slumbers .t.s ~
-stsAh. it is such scene this that whispers to
the heart in tones too clear and strong to be un.
heard, the name of Him who framed it thus beaut-
full and holy! And not it alone, but worlds on
worlds farther than the eye can reach-farther
than human thought can go; there, too, in all
their excelng beauty, are the beautiful creations
of the living and omnipresent God. No work OF
His, from the smallest insect to the burning suns
that roll about His throne, but bears His name =
He hes traced it in the sky with His finger, and the
planets have fallen into order, to blazon it forth
the humblest bird that MARBLES in the grove, sings
from its happy heart His name. And the Earth has
but one voice it speaks of God! All her multi
form phases Of wonderful and surprising beauty
take one shape showing of God. She is a Hand,
flung into space, pointing always with extended
finger to Him who commands the Morning, and
causes the Day-spring to know his place p"
II 5.El= Era.fuYFGa' p ----a E5l3Nffft - ~
They have got out West, if we may judge from a
colored' fugitive poem in one of our exchanges, q
second Pancko. One stanza of this effisium,' as
George Christie would call it, will probably satisfy
the sentiment:' Aatsr hse h..!.-H -tAa-fl -
tOnnrecrinn hears rule nh de tlay = 80 =, ~
.95ls And de brack man in sorrow he groan,
Kos de men who be made of wife clay
Hab gizzard nigh hard as a stone. 80 i;
s' Dey say dat de niger no brains, sgasi5i
IG In his head neber hab all de vile, 1a3it}Ai
And dat bright lamp OBJ genus no burn, ilfl s5.fi