Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1853-12-02
From The Ladies Repository
PGRTLAND ID AND HIS DEAD.
BY REV. T. N. EDDY.

"By oil means be sure and visit Port
land while in Maine, and call on my
friend DIR, E. Clark. He is one OF the
noblest Of men, and will show you the
loveliest landscape on earth"
So wrote an ex-editor of the Reposi-
tory TO me when he learned that inten-
ded to perpetrate ga tour" | felt very
grateful to him, and carefully slowed
away the bundle of "letters introduce
tory he sent to me. But | knew that
the learned Professor, albeit his head
wears the "coronal Of glory" was still a
very enthusiast in his love Of cherished
"shrines and haun.s.'' The nights OF
Portland give a view of his early home,
and in and around il had ever clustered
some of his dearest memories. Hence,
was prepared to abate somewhat his
superlativc statements.
Anxious to see down-east confer
ence, passed through Portland in the
night, and sailed over to Rockland at the
mouth OF the penobscot. Here | spent
several delightful DAYS among the YAM
kee preachers. | found them a noble
band OF men-earnest, de, oted, and none
more generous, impulsive, or hospitable
can befOund. God bless them.
The trip TO Rockland was my first ex-
pedence in ocean navigation, and l con-
graduated myself no little in escaping
sickness. "But let not him that girdeth
on his harness boast himself as he that
putteth it off, had the same trip to
make orer again. Conference adjourned,
and, with a number OF brethren, | took
passage on the" Daniel Webster" The
Atlantic was rough enough to be wildly
beautiful without any real danger. For
nearly an hour stood on my feet, en-
raptured with the glorious ocean scenery.
There sailed the houses OF the deep, the
white canvass swelling with the stiff
southern breeze. There rose up bold
rocky island against which vessel had
dashed and foundered, while all on board
perishedl Here came the mighty waves,
rolling along in their majesty, tossing
our noble steamer as a mere plaything.
But / somehor fell Ike taking a chair.
The rolling of the waves-really, they
were becoming tiresome. determined
10 "recline upon a couch"-in plain
English. to creep into berth. did So,
and lay as still rs possible. After u
while brother Morse. OF Maine confer
ence, came to me. saying, "Brother Eddy,
we are OFF the month OF the Kennebec,
and here Is where DR.. Bond threw up the
last pea" DR.. Bond Is good authority
erence TO slavery and the Episcopacy.
Consequently, decided that this WAS a
good place for throwing up. The feel
ings and experience Of the next hour
are hardly susceptible of description, es-
pecially in ladies' magazine; hence,
forbear. II 10 enough to say, was glad
when the boat came 10 her moorings at
Portland. My good brother Morse had
been two years minister there, and
kindly escorted me to DIR. C.'s; and tae
greeting received convinced me that
that part of the ex-editor's letter was
true without abatement.
The next day about ten o'clock the
Doctor and myself, in his chaise, drove
first to old "Fort Summer" the ruins OF
which are still plainly to be seen. From
a lofty building Immediately in the rear
OF the Fort, glass in hand, we took our
observation.
"Lift up your eyes and look" said the
Doctor. Unfortunately there was a
haze obscuring the wide sweep OF vision,
and painfully narrowing the horizon
Nevertheless, enough was visible TO con-
vince me that even In this the ex-editor
spoke within the bounds of truth. DIR.
0lin, after his European wanderlngs, vis'
ted this spot. Standing on the hoary
breastwork Of this Fort, he swept, with
his glass, the whole landscape; he lifted
his hat from his head, and solemrly y
said. whoever stands here should uncov.
or his head before the majesty of AL.
mighty God"
Lift up your eyes and look" See
yonder, In that northwesterly direction
nearly seventy miles distant, and vol
behold the White Mountains looming
up their bold outline forms the back
ground Of the picture. between 20,
and them lie lovely New England vii
lagos, beautiful Wales, rocky hills, bays
and rivers. A little easterly you see th,
silver thread drawn by the waters OF thu
Kennebee. There spreads out the qule
wlnnlplseogee Lake. and east OF tha
hows the Saco, and you SEQ the llttl'
sebago Pond. Turn now and look dI
rectly east aud north. There lies Case,
Bay surely, the lovelIost In oil tho wid'
oceans range lts tranquil waters, OF
which ride sail OF every Size aud grade
seem to be the very mirror OF peace. :
Three hundred aud slsty-aye Islands
more properly islois. dot lts surlaee.-
some OF them are large enough for