The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1854-05-16
Editorial Correspondence.

Editorial Correspondence.
We observe in our papers here that General Leslie
Combs, who figured at the late Commercial Conven-
disturbed account of his not getting due credit as
he maintains for the authorship of the project adopted
By the Convention. He does not object to Mr.. Pike
having the titles of poet statesman. lawyer hunter
legislator &C., but he seemingly demurs from the ad-
ditional glory being awarded him of the author Of the
Pacific Railroad Project adopted by the Conven'
ton. General Coombs claims the authorship with
considerable warmth We have no doubt this will
be granted him by ALL and especially by Capt. Pike,
who has had glory enough to spare little to General
Combs and others However, we must say that we
heard great deal about the Pacific Railroad before
we ever saw General Combs or the Convention, and
great deal more, fear than we shall ever see. We
make no prophecy for we have learned 10 wonder at
nothing for surely wonders will never cease. 1t will
be tremendous wonder if that mammoth road ever
should be made
The meeting in the Baptist Church is progressing
with increasing interest On Sabbath, the 7th inst,
thirteen were baptized, and there others who are
coming forward for admission into the Church. We
hope the good work may continue, until all who go
ito scoff may remain to pray"
We see that E. H. Britton Esq, late ofthe Fairfield
Herald and Daily Register and more recently assoca-
ted in the office of the Charleston Standard has
menced the publication Of tri-weekly paper in Spar
tanburg called the Erpress Wherever he is, what
ever he does, we know he will deserve patronage We
wish him abundant success in his new enterprise
Frankensteins Panorama of the Niagara has been
exhibition for nearly three weeks in our city. On
Wednesday evening benefit was given in behalf Of
the Ladies' Calhoun Monument Association. We had
the pleasure of complimentary tickets from friend,
and enjoyed look at this great and we suppose natu-
raj 'mror of nature" Having never had view of
the falls themselves we were prepared to appreciate
the scenes they were unlolded to our enraptured
gaze We do not know what point we most admired,
whether the cataract, in its wild magnificent submi
ty as the rushing "sound Of many waters" which, to
the real belolder, must
"Make the soul
a wondering witness Of its majesty"
standing upon the beautiful banks of the river just
below the suspension BRIDGE and see its placid waters
as gentle an infants slumber rejecting from its
smooth and polished surface the sohened beauties Of
earth and sky. Natures great limner, Frankenstein,
did not think with the sweet poetess ofNagara that
To tint
Thy glorious features with our pencils point,
Or WOO thee to the tablet of song
Were proanaton.'
No-standing, in 1914, upon point from which he
b9held
1.-THE cloud girdled thunderer,"
his large soul filled with delicious joy to pierce
its vesbule" and to paint its gores. The idea con-
ceived, will, was half The task-and now, after years
Of intense diligence we are led by this master hand
step by step, from point to point over craggy rocks
and surgng bilows and then by gentle slopes beside
still waters, through deep ravnes and fearful noun
tain gorges where the tall cliffs 'lilt their awful
FORMS and where the mate behoder sees the fearful
majesty Of Him who spoke and it was done, who COM
manded and it stood fast-where mighty "tompesia
miugle earth and skies" The scenes of widest gran.
deur are those of Niagara in winter, where huge
mountains of ice are piled up before the trembling
spectator and the trees bending beneath their fro
zen burdens.
Poets have wrten-the artist has painted, and yet
Niagara is undescribed, and will remain nondescrpt
until the great day when its bursting thunders shall
be hushed to gentle accents ard whisper Of their
ker's praise"
Brainard, the poet, has thus said of Niagara:
The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain,
While look upward to thee. 1t would seem
As if God pour'd thee from his 'hollow hand"
And hung his bow upon thine awful front,
And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him
Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviors sake.
"The sound Of many waters" and had bade
Thy food to chronicle the ages back,
And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Deep ca,eth unto deep. And what are we,
That hear the question Of that voice sublime?
o. what are all the notes that ever rung
From wars vain trumpet BY thy laundering side
Yea, what is all the riot man can make
In his short life, to thy unceasing roar!
Aud yet bold babbler what art thou to Him
Who drown'd world, and heaped the waters far
Above its oftiest mountains Pa light wave,
That breaks, and whispers of its makers might
SATURDAY, May l3, 1854.
To-day is one Of those bright, lovely days which Of
ten occurs emitting our climate to the appeaton Of
the Sunny South 1t is clear and soft, and every thing
after the invgorating showers of yesterday morning
and the night previous looks smiling and glad The
cars last evening from Columbia and Camden did not
reach here until about o'clock, in consequence
of some arrangement in the working of the engine
Consequently we did not get our letters and papers