Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-05-03

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An original defamation, written for the Free
School Exhibition, kenosha delivered By W alter
stehbins, the evening OF April20, 1855.
Sublimity and Beauty Of Home Scenery
Whatever is sublime or beautiful in ma
ture, commands our admiration. We are
apt TO imagine that elsewhere more than in
our own city, are to be found objects 10 graf
lfy our love of the grand, the romantic an
the beautiful. 1t is true, that here we see
no mountains. whose SUBMITS pierce the
clouds; no volcanic fires lightly light up
the cathedral of heaven with solemn gran
deur, and no Niagara roar Of waters, peals
forth its amending anthem of eternity. Nor
is there here any ciaggy precipice with
frowning ba.tlements of rock, or deep glen
where the sunlight never drives the dark
shadows away.
Nor does the lover of romance, who de-
lights to indulge in dreams of idealitv over
the misty past, here find the venerable old
abbey crumbling with age, or the deserted
ruin ofmoss and UNCOVERED walls. The
monuments Of ages far in the past on our
western soil, have long since mouldered to
dust; the Evolutionary history Of the races
Of men, who once Inhabited the western
shores of Lake Michigan. is lost forever
The native Indian Of the West, is but a mo-
dern wanderer over plains, once occupied
by people, whose memory for centuries,
has been buried beneath the Obvious wave
of time.
To such, nevertheless, who have Just
appreciation Of the sublime and the beauti-
full, our home scenery is full of interest, and
furnishes objects of surprising attraction.
Who that has stood on the bank Of our no.
BILE Lake Michigan, when the winds had
come forth from their hiding places, and
dashed It's waters into furious mountain
waves, has not felt awed with the terrific
grandeur Of the scene? Who has not ac-
knowledged the majesty and power of the
tempest, as wave after wave rolled and dash
ed with thunder peal against the shore?
Or who that has stood on the shore Of
this great inland sea, in calm summers
night has not felt inexpressblo sensations
Of pleasure, as he watched the moonbeams
play on its mirrored waters, and saw the
starry light of heaven reflected in its placed
bosom?
Who that loves natures scenery, has not
admired the broad prairie that bounds our
city limits on the west-skirted with groves
of Parnassian beauty in the back ground?
Here the wild flowers in the vernal year,
unfold their blushing beauty. to charm the
eye and please the taste. Here nature puts
on her richest livery of green.
Who has not admired our glorious Park
the public Almeda of Kenosha? It's old
oaks that have defed the storms of many
years. spread wide their heightened arms,
and invite the weary denizen to repose in
their grateful SHADE. Soon the dense rich
foliage will again clothe their naked branch
es, and the sweet sunlight will hide in their
palaces Of green leaves; while the birds in
melodious orchestra, will make the wekin
ring with praises to natures God. Whose
memory has not often stolen away, TO retrace
the steps of other days, among the trees of
this shady Elysian grove; when the curtain
of night had fallen; when the pale moon
beams fitted through the leafy canopy Of
the old oaks, and the summer night winds
played indescribable music;-O, then there
came voices of the past, thrilling the soul
with feeling, deep and emotional. Wander
where we will; to New England's rocky
shore; to the orange groves Of the south;
or to the illimitable prairies beyond the
mighty Mississippi; the recollection of the
Old Oaks Of Kenosha-the shady bowers
along our public walks, and the rich scene
ry OF Lake and Prairie, can never be effaced
from the tablet of our memories.
A +. L 40
turned from trip to the northwest, says