Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-09-05
From the Boston Saturday Evening Gazette.
t'il UNDER THE BfRCHEs.
JEFFERsoNyILLE, Vr. July. 1876,

Dear Mr.. Editor Yes, under the
birches, this time, have pitched my wig.
wan little further down stream If, in
those life encampments we read of, each
of which brings US zone day nearer home"
every new one grew in beauty as do mine
here, what a resting place that final one
would be! wish you could look for one
moment, if you cannot spare two, through
your own eyes, instead of mine, and en-
Joy this full summertide of glory, Some
bright person,---a woman. / dare say
has said that it takes four eyes to see all
the features of anything truly beautiful,
and am certain they migi be multiple.
ed indefinitely here, and still leave much
for another days discovery.
In the first place, this morning, clear,
cool and intensely blue 1 wish you to
look through these long, graceful, over.
sweeping branches, up at that dam, and
sec the conventional airs those waters put
on as they spread themselves in measured
fulness. and accost you iu measured tones !;
and thence glance, us | know you would,
without my chatter in your ears at that
Independent little stream that has turned
aside, disguised with following the time
weary routine Of the multitude, and dauc-
ing and sparkling and bubbling over that
great brown rock, has set up by itself,
: saucily enough. waterfall side by side
with its old associate. l. .
All the long summers day that formal
sheet of transparency is imporuning all
who will! listen 70 witness its respectable.
ity and importance, turning Mr. Safford's
grist mill, and feeding the people, while
my little lady waterfall unawed and un.
biased by her clamorous partner, seem
ingly doing nothing but look pretty, un
til, in process of time, my lord, in some
interludc of condcsceusion, turns aside i,
one broad czpausc Of wonder, to find thai
she has been doing a work of beauty L'
never dreamed Of, wearing and polishing
the awkward points of the obdnrate rocl
into thousand marvellous shapes o
. grace. and to accomplish her ends hal
even worn q channel through that def
boulder, circular and smooth as ever me
chauical skill or cunning hand of ar
-. wrought or fashioned. But, you will ask
no, you will not, but your utilitarial
neighbor will, "Cuigoni?' Tell him 70
;, me, as he remembers tt, beauyy of use
;, not to forget use Of beauty,
;. Among the damp rocks upon the oppo
site bsuk from where ! recline, close t
the aldcrs. sits an artist, pencil in han,
with rapt soul and senses, catching inspl
ration from that green fringed vista thrt
which he glances adown the canty littl
, stream, and under the bridge. n' o..
A bachelor friend he would say, may
4 hap. "Ah, but your fussy waterfall, fret
\ ting and teaziug. is more like garrulou
- wife, who, setting up mimic individual
ity of her own, wears out into auythln
but forms of grace. the most endurin
r patience" II
= As this kind Of philosophy does nc
y " suit our purpose, this morning VIC wi
not ask him about it now. .. F.
Did you ever out-sit the ante merida
- y hours--for the morning in the time fe
'' such witchery-watching the simmer.
o. shadowy, wrinkley, wavy, fickery watc'
y" (excuse this sudden rush of adjectives
II " the head) playing over the moving an
Nc many kolcred pebbles below There is a
Undesirable fascination abou, it. II
VI fascination, only more feeting, that a
serbs the philosopher or the scientist
he sounds the depths and shadows Of trut
Were our inner vision as clear of notes
see, what treasures would entrance
within that tenuous veil, thinner thi
| this through which I watch those motl'
a. ond multiform pebbles flashing up the
ne bedizening and dissolving shadows
81 81 Behind me, the bank is steep, roug
on auted rock, all adown whose hardy fe
lip lures the sweet wild clemotis is droPpi'
m. its snowy blossoms, as much as to sa
ca "Let us love each other little, y
'n m and me, for we need this in these solitud
up will soften your sharp lines. while y
can protect my defence)essness from 7
cold storm and the tempest. p" Fort
ito with. the blue.eyed lobelia smiles