Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1855-08-23

econumical specula!ons, and their gossip OF
all kinds. Closing the path that leads from
the Magnesia Spring down the hill side in
northerly direction, We come to a bend
on the road, close by the side Of which in
an abrupt angle, you look down into rocky
chasm about 80 feet, over which is precipi'
taied small but rapid stream, forming one
of the most picturesque little cascades
and then escaping through narrow chaE-
mel only wide enough fr its bed, it tnmbles
away over the rocks, in succession Of
rapids, with rocky and wooded slope ris.
ing abruptly on each side. Over the east
ern OF these there is path leading out
into the grounds of the Pavilion hotel.
We pass a small park with several beauti-
iul deer on the left, aud perhaps treat the
gentle creatures to bunch of clover, as
we go along TO the piazza which stretches
along the north side of this immense pele.
Here We sit down to rest and view the
scene and for rural landscape, nothing
can be lovlier than this. The site Of the
building is on a high hill, with a vast
plateau of garden like cultivation, adorned
with cots and far,a houses, woodlands.
meadows and corn fields in the most charm.
ing variety, stretching away on either
hand TO the wide aud clear horizon which
is. bounded on the far north and north east
blythe blue AdironJacs, anl the mist robed
mountains of Vermont.
Returning thence, We cross over the
valley; and taking one uI the many paths,
ascend tn opposite hill side. This cover
cd with fine open wood, the remains Of the
primitye forest, consisting chiefly Of Beech
trees under which there is perfect carpet
Of young Map rs, which seem destined TO
succeed th I'm in tn next order Of vegeia-
1T on. Nothing could be more beautiful
lhan these trees.
The tall and shaft-lke stem OF silyery
ash color, tn, iuvlrant foliage, ths regu-
lar prodorIionS, the cur ous, thrce-corncred
fruit, showing to good advantage among tho
dark green and glossy leaves, all contribute
to give character to this tree, unlike that
of any other.
As we enter the more selected regions,
the world fades away, and the spirit OF the
I'd B,ech-w1il pil3tratas Us. Il is the
earl! sabbath morning; and in the deep and
solemn stiffness, It seems 10 be the sabbath
Of ages. What stories, what biographies,
whist histories hive been unfoldad and bur.
led again in the growth of these old trees
rif,y are inspired W h, life OF great
people. They are eloquent with nnwril-
ten mysteries ot Human Nature. They
are woven in a great web of Human Life.
whose Love and Hlte formed the warp and
wool, while a thousand minor passions
were wrought into its texture.
Filled with these reflections we descend
the hill, by path turning to the right, and
come directly upon cluster OF wigwarms,
where few indians, probably rcInnaht
of the Mohawk tribe, live AMI ply their
trade. They are, however, mostly half
breed, from whom has departed thJ ancient
glory of their proud, old race.
But we breakfast at eight o'clock and
but quarter is wanting. We meet .throng
on our return, hurrying to the spring tor
all must have a sip IT the good water be-
fore eating.
Should this please you, the subject may
be continued still further; tor there is no
want Of material
SOLO.