The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1863-09-05

JUNE, 1859
turbed by the passions and stir of the lower
world. Your feelings alternate between
love and admiration. Below you is beauty.
above you sublimity.
As the evening drew on gathered fow-
ers, which are abundant, and of many spe-
cies. was delighted with petazalea that
shone out with pink crimson blossoms.
gathered them eagerly for company in my
room, and to wear on my hat, where a
friend had already placed twig Of gay
holly.
The sun, blood-red, and barred with
cloud strata, was sinking low. The lakes
for moment glowed like gold. 1t was but
for moment. Gathering clouds about
him as garments of the night, he sank to
rest. We stood almost alone, looking long
at the lights from villages and cholets be-
low, and catching the familiar sounds. In
such an hour the mind flies to places the
most distant, gathers familiar faces, and
and peoples the solitude with friends and
companions. You stir, and the vision dis
solves and passes, and these wreaths of
mist do that come rolling up the mountain
side. After our evening meal, Ventured
out in the dense mist and groped my way
to the summit. At two steps the sides fell
on In precipices. l could see nothing
The wind whistled shrill through the stand
erected there. Everything was gone 1t
was like standing with full consciousness
In the midst of annihilation. l could not
endure it, and turned backward. The
, mouse, not twenty rods distance, and light
ed brilliantly through three stories, seemed
like twilight or dim taper, so odense was
the cloud. Fearing that ] might lose my
way, nastened with more earnestness
than caution, androlled down the bank to-
ward the door in a manner that put all nv
fine fancies to flight.
hid everything at a few feet distance, A
little dog a rod off looked spectral. and
seemed to be running in the air. His legs
played in regular order, and he appeared
and disappeared in the most approved
manner for dogs ghost. Not waiting for
the doubtful chance Of clearing up, and
sure that we had already lost the sunrise,
we departed. Scarcely third of the way
down had we gone, before the clouds rolled
away, and the sun broke forth in grand
eur. dropped behind and sat dewn
upon knoll Of flowers to have a fill of
the exquisite prospect. No words can
| paintit, and no praise eXaggerate. We
had sent back the horses, and walked
t dowd to Weggis, but, with so much linger-
ing, that instead of an hour for breakfast,
, we had scarcely time to get on board the
boat that was to carry us through the
whole length of Lake Lucerne to Fluelen.
: No description can well eXaggerate the
extraordinary scenery of Ducerne Lake.
The only fault is that one is not large
) enough to take in all the enjoyment which
, it gives. I am overfull, and fall off from
} new views and everchanging beauty. AS
much as by anything else / am surprised
J at the places deemed habitable and actual
: ly inhabited. On the sides of mountains.
on the edges Of precipices, upon sleeps
which the children of the plains would
hesitate to climb as a feat Of daring, are
seen not single cottages alone, but groups
|. of them, and large neighborhoods. In
deed, half the people of Switzerland seem
to love to live on shelues, and suppose they
can crawl along perpendicular places by
some such provision as flies have; other
wise it is difficult to see how they ascend
and descend. And how children are
brought up, can't imagine. Ishould ex-
pect four out of five, the moment they
stepped out of the door, to fall down into
some lake or gorge. Yet the population
continues to increase and maintain it's
d numbers. Theyare children OF the air =
They are forever surrounded by noun
tains, than which nothing is more beauti-
ful and nothing more sublime except the
clouds that solemnly sweep their tops, and
hold mysterious communion with them!
Il We have just passed Rutli, the famous
place OF meeting OF the immortal thirty
who freed Switzerland in her early peril.
In the distance, south nearly, are snow
clad mountains. On either side perpendic-
water, which runs deep TO the shore line.
Grass and tir-trees grow up the mountain
sides to the very summit. Only now and
then some old gray-beard distlains all
clothing, and stands gaunt and naked,
showing seams and creases, and weather
scars. And now we are passing the chapel
of William Tell placed on The spot where
he leaped ashore from the boat, and showed
it back into the storm. Clouds are gather
ing on the crests of the mountains. The
sun pours full and mild radiance over
everything in heaven and on earth, and
these clouds are not children of darkness
but those luminous, fleecy clouds that
seem to carry light in their interiors, rath-.
er than to bear any shadow. More and
more grand does the scenery become All
my 8djectives are used up. ] can 1only
gaze and admire. / wish | was Larger.
Rut | am an organ with only eight feet
stops, and need sixteen and thirty-two to
, give forth this divine harmony of beauty
and grandeur.
At Fluenthal we take carriage for Hos
pinthal. 1t was prolonged wonder. We
E wearied each other with "look here's, and
, and "oh, see there's" We had to admire
f each others admirations, and repeat each
others sympathies. We passed through
/ the scenes of Tells life, the i,.ingtls scene
of shooting the apple, his birth place, and
the stream in which he lost his life in at
tempting to save chiid's. The noun
toiilS every soohS
/ We're lost behind, and some appeared to
view in front. We passed the flank of
that grand monumental mountain, Wind
gelle, that would not leave US. At every
turn of the road for hours, the vast precip-
, itous sides of this remarkable mountain
rose up behind us as if it meant TO over
look and watch our whole days journey.
. But must pause.-N. Y. Independent.
AN AMAzoN,-The Gettysburg cores
a pondent of the Detroit Tribune gives the
/, followino account of a female soldier: