Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-07-16
For the Waterman.
WORKS OF NATURE.

Mn Enron 1t has occurred that at this
soason of the year. when people of the cities
and popuous places are "Accing to the noun
t,ins", to seek a refuge from the sultrness of
the summers heat, letter or two on the
Works Of Nature" would be more accep-
table to you and your readers, than the CON
tinuation of my series Of letters on the
Works of Art | had sufficiently OK
plaincd and illustrated the Doric and Ionic
'rdors of architecture. Tho Corinthian, Tus-
can and Composite come next in order, and
this will be a good point at which to resume
the subject as occasion shall offer.
Tourists from Boston and other places
have already made their appearance in our
quiet village, and are making daily asccnts to
the summit of "Old Mansfield" Every one,
on his return, is ready to cxclaim in the Lam
gua1e of Hewitt, Thanks be to God for
Mountains One of them asked the other
day, what proportion Of the people of Vermont
had ever visited these mountains, and being
tod that the proportion was probably less
than ono in a thousand, replied then the Ian
euage of Byron might well be applied to
thcm-
Poor palry slaves yet born midst noblcst sccnes,-
Why, Nature, waste thy wonders on such men,
Perhaps be was little severe, yet ono who
listened to his glowing description of the
scenes he bad Witnessed in his excursion that
day. could but believe that he was conscon-
tious As it would not be possible to give
the language Of his description, give that of
Hewitt. which so nearly resembles it that one
cannot fail TO get from it living impression
of the intensity of delight which the scenes
Of beauty grandeur and sublimity, that these
mountains afford, had impaired 90 him
There is "a charm connected with noun
tains SO powerful, that the mercst mention Of
them. the mcrest sketch Of their magnificent
features. kinGlcs the Imagination and carries
the spirit at once into the bosom of their en-
clauted regions How the mind is filled
with their vast solitude How the inward
eye is fixed on their silent, their sublime,
thcir everlasting peaks How our heart
bounds to the music of their solitary cries
to the unkic OF thcir gushing rills, to the
sound OF their cataracts How inspiring arc
the odors that breathe from the upland turf,
from the iock-hmg flower, from the hoary
ana solemn pine how beautiful are those
lights and shadows thrown abroad, and that
tne transparent haze which Is diiiusod over
the valleys ana lower slopes as over vast
inmlahle picture Whoever has NOT seen
tho rich and russell hucs OF slopes aud cmin-
encos the ltvld gashcs OF rHvlnes anu prcci-
pieces, the white glittering line OF falling wa
tors aud the cloud tnmultuously whulng
ru1uI the lofty summit; and there stood
painting on chat summit, and behcld the clouds
alternately gather and break over thousand
giant peaks and ridges Of every varied huc,-
but all silent a' images Of eternity and cast
hi. sz. over lakes and smoking towns, and
wide lands TO the very ocean, in all their
cleaning and rcposing beauty, knows nothing
OF tAc treasures of pictorial wealth which BIOS
own country p1ssesscs.
Suca the language of the immortal
Hewitt. but thousands who are as cnthusias-
&C. admirers of the beauties of natural seen.
as beautiful on sublime as these alter hel
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