Nashville union and dispatch. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1866-1868, 1867-10-27

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cIety OF New York.
Correspondence Of the Union and Dispatch.
New YORK, Oct. %, l867.-Any one
wishing to visit this great metropolis and
to get railroad glimpses Of some Of the
finest scenery in the world, should take the
Lake Shore route to Buffalo, and thence by
steamer down the Hudson, or by the Hud-
son River railroad to the city, and return
via the Atlantic and Great Western rail-
road. At this beautiful autumnal season,
the scenery il gorgeous beyond description.
The Lake Shore road runs along the mar
gin of Lake Erie, now cleaving its way
through rugged aud yerdnre clad hills,
then hanging almost over the clear, blue
depths Of the lake. As we gazed upon the
broad expanse of waters, stretching out
where the little wavelets seem to kiss. the
horizons verge, and saw the Inasts of ships
spreading their sails to the winds, our
mind reverted to thetime when the Ameri-
can feet, under the gallant Perry, wrested
the trident from the English Neptune, and
wreathed around our embryo navy imper-
ishable honors Later still, we remember
a few short years since to have watched
the flashing Of those waves, and heard
their sulIen roar breaking upon the shore
: Of Johnson's Island. The images which
memory wakes from that long ago, come
troopine like weird phantoms, before our
chilling heart, pulse and brain "0SA
o THE SCENERY OF THE HUDSON.
At Albany we get the first glimpses of the
Hudson. Antiquity is all that islneces-
sary 10 make the scenery OF the Hudson
equal 10 any In the older world. Tourists,
reared upon the banks of the Hudson,
visit the "storied Rhine" and gaze with
awe and wonder al the castellated palaces
and frowning cliff, travel footsore up the
rugged heights of Jura, and thread with
trenulons steps the pFecipitous gorges Of
the FSrol, because age has spread an en-
chantment over those scenes. True to our
American instincts, we are always looking
ahead for some imaginary Utopia, while
we are trampling the blossoms of Paradise
under our feet. Hundreds Of persons have
been reared within few miles of Niagara
without even seeing that wonderful water
fall, could make a long pilgrimage TO the
hesd-waters of fhe Nile to see just suchfa
sight. There are many persons living
within an area of ten miles of Mammoth
Cave who have never seen it, though they
are thrilled with delight at the thought of
seeing the Cave of Fingal, or some other
ancient cavern on which history had laid
its venerable hand. The scenery of the
Hudson has kindled the fires of poesy in
many a heart. From its Sunny Side"
Irving poured out a stream of pure Addi-
sonian English, clear and sparkling as the
wave which winds around its base, and as
various in beauty as the October forest
which now crowns its hills. From its
'1dlewild" Willis threw out watts of song,
whose echo will linger long in the hearts
Of those who love TO dwell in the Bible
scenes touched by his pen. Amid the pic.
turesque hills of the Hudson, Drake wrote
the "Culprit Fay" one of the most purely
ideal and Imaginative poems in our lam
guage.
10 describe the scenery of the Catskill
hills on one Of these dreamy October days,
would require a higher skill in word
painting than we possess. The hills, rising
one above another, form an amphitheatre,
through which the Hudson poufs Its blue
tide. The Frost Angel, with its brush of
purple and crimson and gold, has woven a
gorgeous funeral robe for the coronation OF
the diving year. The sumachs spread their
fire in the evening sun; the sweet-gums
shake their blood-red leaflets in the
zephyr's wake; and the whole scene, when
lighted up by the aetting sun, is diorama
grander than those ever drawn by Ra
phael or Angelo. Amid all these signs of
''the sere and yellow leaf" telling of decay
and death, few bright green cedars lifted
their pyramidal forms through the yellow
foliage, like the Christians hope in life's
fading autumn. e1 rH..t.st
NEW YoRK-THE MUSEUM AND GALLERY
OF ART OF THE HISTORICAL SOCIETY. 4
Broadway is a study and a wonder TO a
citizen of provincial town. His first inn
preston is that there is a fire up town.
Dense masses Of humanity are hurrying
and jostling and elbowing their way as
though Paradise was ahead and Apolyan
and his unclaimed devils were infull pur~
suit Turning in the opposite direction
YOU meet Just az large aud eager crowd.
Double quick is the gait Of pedestrians in
The lover Of tlie fine arts should never
fail 10 visit the Museum and Gallery OF
Art Of the New York Historical Society.
This museum embraces DR.. Abbott famous
collection of Egyptian antiquities, the
Lenox collection of Nineveh sculptures,
ali the paintings and sculpture of the old
New York Gallery Of Fine Arts, Reeds
collection and also Bryan's Gallery OF
Christian Art. f A+@ - sac
DIR. Abbott spent twenty years of his life
in Egypt, searching amid the tombs5 of an
tiouity and exhuming from buried POM
peii the heiroglyphics of forgotten race.
Among his collections are some of the olds
eat relics of antiquity knownto man. Here
is a gold necklace and earrings once worn
blythe first Pharoah of Egypt, four thousand
| six hundred and thirty-eight years ago
Here we see the iron helmet and armor oI
| Shiskah, who defeated Rehoboam nine
| hundred and seventy-one years before Christ
Yonder is the large gold signet ring o.
Cheops, the builder of the great pyramid
which he used TO wear four thousand two
hundred and seventeen years ago. Her,
| is the head Of the Sphynx, around which
/ pilgrims used to stand three thousand yean
ago, to inquire Of their destiny, but its lip
are "a mute now as when the chisel left i
ia the dim loug ago Arranged around
the walls are mummies, which have beef
standing like sentinels for thousands o
wears. Those skeleton nSnds once swayeC
empires; those dim aud sunken ewes ono,
reflected the sunlight OF love, and shos,
cold lips were once eloquent with the &C
cents of i0y and devotion. Those cheeks
which were once radient with health. ar,
now faded and lifeless. Those eyes have los
their diamond light and reflect only tn,
glare of death, aad that brow, on which tn,
wreath of the victor was once worn, is nov
gradually crumbling into dust God ha
said, /" Dust thou art, and unto dust shal
thou return aad the boasted science Q
embalming the human body, which is nov
considered as one the lost arts, testi6es from
wasted and skeleton lips, the truth Of thi
Almighty fat; This idear Of imrnortalit,
dates farther. back than Socrates o
Plato. 1t had its ont-croppinrs il
this disposition to preserve the human
body from decay, by this process of en-
balming. In the collection there are clever
hundred and eighteen specimens Of an
tiquity.
The most interesting portion Of the mu
scum is the gallery of paintings Her
are gathered some Of the finest works Q
the old masters, and also many of thos
from the brush OF modern artists. One O
/ the most striking pictures which present
itself on entering the hail, Is series a
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