Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-07-31
For the Nashville Patriot.
SUMMER SCENES, NO. IL.
II he SsHOmeJ among Tho Hills


Ha! ha! your iron horse is "mettlesome steed"
A portion of the arms and munitions of war which
Action is now bringing to bear npOn the citadels of
lnertis;-strongest link in the electric chain which
Enterprise forces from point to point communicate
ing to insulated village and seQuestered hamlet the
shock and thrill Of the great citys throbbng heart
HE comes, the herald of noisy world news from
all nations numbering at his back" and his shrill
neigh swaLes the sumbering echos as he plunges
through the mountain gorges,-bod leader OF the
advancing squadrons Of Iron and Fire
On,-on, you rattle along the woodland over
the dreary barren, and through the cultivated do
main, ON, on, and the distant mountains loom up
before you like gray clouds upon the horizon. ITO
the hills to the hills away" Here they are, right,
left and all around you like giant sentnels; veri
table members of the cold Guard" and yet you
60 sweeping onward. Deny it if you can but you
long to stand with the morning upon their misty
submits, where Nature breathes a mysterious in
huence into the heart OF man, and the soul indeed
"partakes of that enlargement of the vision, (which
beeses the spirit and kindes up the eye. And then
the lights upon them are so varied and 50 gorgeousl
At one moment rivalling the amethystine hues OF
Italian scenery then touched with the golden glow
that tinted "Cheviots mountains lone" and anon
when the leaden clouds gather over them, with
dark blue shadows deepening into black, wearing
the stern aspect of the more rugged ridges of
ern hills ours are rugged without being bleak, and
grand without seeming severe. Then how stately
over their Southern SUBMITS come the sounding
footsteps OF the STORM How brightly down their
rock ribbed goTSes dance the white feet of the
waterfalls There is one nOw,-it flashes just above
you. From its birth place, the rock bound spring,
how il leaps up into the unshne, with the reckn
less gushing song OF careless childhood Dsshing
down the precipce, dimplng in the eddy, sleeping
in ha mol Hi INV in nh
amid the thick undergrow tn Of laurel and evergreen;
SO clear so lmpid, and SO fresh, we might deem il
but a visible modification Of the invisible arl In
the early springtime long before the buds Of the
dogw God, or the crimson tasses Of the maple have
dared too peep from their brown husks, il bursts
forth from its icy bars, and with song like the
morning gladness Of happy bird, wakes the bios
SONS from winters dark and dreary dream. Oil
these gushing mountain streams, how weird, how
wonderful they arel wild aud beautiful Undine,
is this "tricksy" water-sprite among the hillsi
But on, you go Ali see therel Through
the light shadows of the intervening foliage, over
the winding river, where the crystal waters here
and there CLEAN out into the sunshine, and amid
the cool shade Of It's empowering trees, stands
low-browed homestead. How TRANQUILITY 1t looks
down upon the white spires Of the distant village,
the smiling valley farms, aud the deep hollows,
where some placid lake-like bend Of the river lies
dark with the shadow OF nding uplands. Cast
your eve over the landscape is commands Il is
the early cleaning, and the "Eestering sun" show
ers a flood Of slanting light over the valley, and
kindles up the broad bosom Of the stream, ill il
sweeps along river Of molten gold Your ''Inet.
tlesome steed" pants along that belt OF woodland,
the iron pulses Of his fiery heart throb hoarsely, and
ever aud anon ihe white Vapor gushes up from his
dark irontlet aud streams OF upon the wind like
the snowy plumes Of conquerer. Over the east
hang the last fugitive clouds OF retreating shower
and on the horizons verge rests the segment Of a
glorious bow. The corn 10 the long rows rustles
in It's silky robes OF delicate green, the beautiful
MondAmin Of our mountain land; and the freshen-
ed foliage catches here and there veil of the ris-
ing mist waving gracefully to and fro.
The cottage on the hillside looks smilingly on.
enjoying IL all. The peafowl spreads his gay piumes
TO the evening sun, the guineas call loudly from
the shubbery the CLARION Of chanticeer rings over
grove and garden, and a cloud Of white pigeons
bill and COO about the vine clad caves You cam
uot see il hon here, OF course, you dash along,
but take word for Il, there are Gus 10 the gar.
den, there 20 the left july stocks and
pslncsss' feather. and rose,mslo~s, and crimson
Ioeeh-me nots, beside world Of other gay denEena
OF sumner, like the things Ia advertisements etoo
tedious TO mension." At end Of the rustic por-
tico the elematis Is peering through the lattice,
striving with q most lsadAble curiosity 70 catch 4
glimpse Of the coral honeysaekls which chambers
up the other; .hiIe In front the sun glanees OBJ
Hqaey along the trunks Of two great cherry trees,
turning them into pillars Of golden bronze, -ith
huge capitals Of qsiverng emerald. 0ut on the
Asn there, every shrub. sad fowsr. and siny grass
blade glitters With the iewesdfops Of the passiag
shower, and they fall at intervals from the cot.
Age eaves with a low clear sinkle hks the chance
ringing Of soms fairy bell The children are cot,
Coo bless them, surely you esnnot bot see them,
end hcar them too Two bright laced bora, with
thar great dog lBrano his name may b, arc cha.
sing each other up aud dosn The bread avenue,
whbe their Lils sister. sOit-eysd. delicate child
With pea kitten 10 Der asms leans over ths bans.
trade and satchss the sport with g smiling Up,
though tEaF b 90 her long. dsrk eye-ltsh. for