Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-10-07

der the other day Gt would be a terrific
mountain out West,) and counted ten vii
lagos lying in the wales between the low
billowing hills; around them stretched
, the amphitheatre of the mountains, the
White Mountains embossed upon the
blue heavens; nearer the Green Noun
tains, far-reaching, grand, Mount Mans
field standing before US in all his maj
esty.
! In the liberty of these hills I feel that
| am free The world far below, how
easy to seem lifted above all its weari-
J ness all it's sorrow, all IT'S sins; behold
ing only its unapproachable beauty Rus
, kin says that mountains represent the ac-
| tive element in man, and valleys his Ca
, pacty for repose. But if with convul-
sive throes Earth asserted her might in
f throwing forth these titanic forms, does
she not bear them on her heart in ever
lasting quiet? The sublime response of
r the mountain top, what can be more Sc
rene? Not even the deep content of the
9 wales at its feet In the arteries of these
? hills, nature distils the elixir of life
Q Trickling, trickling through myriad veins
Q gurgling, gushing forth into resounding
r streams, everywhere you see the water,
crystal clear; how different from the vel
low oozings of the hills of the South, tur-
bid and fevered as the blood of her sons
e This country, with all its high, pure at
| mosphere, its inspiring mountains, its life
f feeding streams, no wonder it gives birth
, to sturdy, stalwart race; that it main
tains brave, free, simple, earnest, genial
and generous people.
COUNTRY LIFE.
Strafford was made to rest and dream
in; to be born and to be buried in, not
! to live in. Brawny and brave, its
young men, with mountain wild flowers
of wives, 90 forth to the great world !;
coming back, when the battle is over. to
sleep in peace at the feet of their fathers.
y Here human life runs quietly on in the
: deep grooves, which sturdy forefathers cut
generations ago. Not even the thunder Of
war has shaken it into unwouted tracks,
though there is scarce fran house among
all these hills but has sent son forth to
battle. The sturdy forefathers, whose
i. names i have read on the messy tomb
I stones in the graveyard on the hill, have
transmitted to their sons, not only their
e robust strength, but legacies of precious
memories, of funny stories, and witty
sayings, still told beside the table, and
8 laughed at around the fire o'nights. |
feel we'll acquainted with "Old Uncle
Abel" who when his class teacher used
to ask him in netting" "what the
Lord has been doing for his soul ?"
: would reply, "nothiu' to brag on. l tell
e ye." And with old Elder Buzzell, the
Baptist minister, who when his corn crop
failed, and he found himself with host
of children, and nothing to eat, and all
=. the church praying for him, said to them
from the pulpit one day: Brother
r Brown says to me, go on Brother Buzzell,
J.. you are doing good work, and | pray
| for yel' Brother Norton says, the Lord
e is blessing your labors, Brother Buzzell
o | pray for you daily Now, brethren,
when my children are crying for bread,
: Id rather have half bushel of good
corn than fifty such prayersl" f"
AUTUMN COMES.
n Autumn all the hills are a fame.
t Girding on broad belts of burning bloom,
!. they stand, her resplendant heralds The
= naples toss their scarlet hcctics in beauti-
r full unrest. The oaks have pressed the
! blood of their hearts into their wine-r red
G leaves. The elms hang over brook and
r. river their festoons of gold. The ferns
e are on fire; burning in orange fame, they
g hold their falchions to the sun. The car.
l. nival of color has begun; it will run ri.
g OF along these mountains and wales, Gil.
IS ing the world with prodigal spcndor
G The air thrills with autumn sounds--tht
p trill of the cricket, the cry of the katy.
J;d tba covv of tho crow Tho nines eyudf