The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1863-08-07
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NUMBER TWO.
NEW ENGLAND.

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A Young Nan who had travelled in all parts
of the civilized world came home to die. A
few days before his death, while was watch
ing by his bed side, he paid the following
beautiful tribute to New England Many
years have passed away since he died-years
full Of JOY and sorrow to n:e-yet, not only
can recall the eloquent words which fell
from his lips, but wildly do remember the
new light which illumined his eyes so soon
to be dim in death, as he spoke of his loved
New England home.
"Ihave travelled through many lands.
have stood among the ruins of the Coliseum
il the Eternal City mighty even in its des-
O.ation have sat beside the great altar Of
St. Peters and viewed with wonder and ad-
miration the marvellous symmetry Of its
gigantic proportions have seen beautiful
Genoa from the cain water of the Medi-
terranean, and Venice, City of the Heart,
from the 'Adriatic; have stood upon the
lofty Alps and viewed with pleasure the
beautiful landscape spread out before me,
and have drank, in the current leaping bright
y down from the eternal glaciers, to the
memory of WILLIAM TELL; | have foated
upon the waters of the Rhine, and looked
with mournful pleasure upon the picturesque
ruins of castles and villas, which line its
banks; have seen in the Metropolis of the
World the full moon rise above Southwark,
shedding soft and mellow light on pillar
and edlfice, column and Spire, and enduring
the Thames with a tranquil ard spiritual
beauty i have seen all these, aye more =
yet in my own Dved New England | have
seen sights more imposing, more picturesque,
more grand.
"The mountain and the waterfall, the for
est and the wide flowing river, the green
valley and the calm lake, present scenes of
beauty and grandeur | have never be
held in other lands. | have seen, in the
Switzerland of America scenes of beauty
which put to blush any in the Switzerland
of Europe have seen our forests, as if
by magic, undergo wonderful change, even
in single night. The different trees each
a>sume a distinct livery, embracing every
hue from the rich scarlet and crimson o; the
! oak ard maple, to the pale gold Of the beech
On winters morning, have seen the trees
every where brelins gracefully to the earth
With their fruitase OF sparkling gems like a
bride weighed down by the burden Of her
jewels. have felt more solemn while nearing
'DundeeS wild warbiing measures sung by
t the choir in the modest village church, than
while listening to the chorus of an hundred
voices chanting the re Dcum in Notre
Dame.
My friend, since again | nave seen the
home of my childhood, the cot where | was
born : seen again the little red school house
in the valley and the modest church, with i
spire pointing heayenward upon the hills
looked again upon the grave of my mother
can die content. My earnest prayer was
when far away in foreign lands. that might
die in my native state, and MY grave be
made beside that of my mother. Thank
God. the prayer will be answered "
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lands have uttered the same prayer, but
alas how few have had their prayer granted
Then sing not Of bright sunny lands,
Far Ter the bill0wy sea.
For dcarer far, our own, where stands
The shrine Of liberty.
Not for Italia S classic powers,
And gorgeous tinded skies
W 0uld We exchange our mountain bowers.
Where freedoms affairs rise.
What though no regal palace dome.
Or rulled fame view
On Is it not tlc land of home
Land Of the good and true
We may not boast Of grandeur gone
: Welded to dull decay;
Yet knowledge here with brilliant dawn
Presages glorious day.
Nor do we boast romantic lore,
OF mail clad warrior bands;
OF chivaIry's high deeds of yore
They tel! in other lands.
Yet blood, brave blood has Jathed the soil
Where feariessly we Staud:
Ours the rich mead of strife and toll.
This glory halowed land
: And light hearts beat and p; lscs thrill
Il As Ger thy hills they roam.
; Prompt to defend and guard the still.
Sweet. cherished land of home
Then sing not Of bright sunny lands,
u Far o'er the 1illony sea.
l. ForCearer far my Own where stands
The shrine Of lkerty