The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1869-08-14

III Or hove ing Ger ths field Of bio dy hght,
f In calm in tempest, in the cead Of night,
Ii Or in the lightning Of the summer moon
N In all how terrible T.
Among the many scenes of savage sub
timity which the lowlands of Scotland dis
Sp'ay, there Is none more impressive in it.
IEohtarv grandeur, than that IL the neighbor.
tAood Of Loeb Skene, on the borders Of Moi
ifatdale. At considerable elevation above
gkhe sea, and surrounded by the lof,est
mountains in the south Of Scotland, the loch
fhas collected its dark mass Of waters, aston
9'shing the lovers Of nature by its great
kheight above the vallev which he has Just
stascended, and, by its still and terrible beauty
snverpowering bis mind with sentiments OF
kmelancholy and awe. Down the cliffs which
Agrdle in the shores Of the loch, and seem tC
Support the lofty piles Of mountains above
tthem, a hundI ed mountain torrents lear
sfrom rock to rcck, flushing ard roaring, un.
stil tiey reach the daIk reservoir beneath
"A canopy Of gray mist almost enntinuaIIy
SShrouds from the sight the SUBMITS OF ths
4, hills, having the Imagination TO guess al
Athose immense heights whieh seen to pierce
s.the very clouds Of heaven. Occasionally
Hhowever, this veil is xithdFawn, and y"u
NAV see the sOSer, ign brow Of PalmOOdie,
encircled with bis diaiem Of snow, ard the
kgreen SUBMITS Of many less lofty hiT's ar.
ranged round him, Ike cuartiers uncovered
Kbefore their monarch. Amid this scene,
Aconsecrated TO solitude and the most sombre
melancholy, no sound comes upon the noun
ftain bre, ze, save the wall Of the plover, oT
lthe whir Of the heathcOck's wing, or, haplv,
1.-THE sulen plunge Of . trout leaping up in
the loch.
At times, indeed, the solitary wsndereE
J may be startled by the scream OF the grey
teagle, as, dropping with the rapIdty Of hght
from his solitary cliff, be shoots past, ,enraged
that his retreat 10 polluted by the presence
Of man, and then darts aloft into the lofties
chambers Of the sky or, dallying with the
/ Liercirg sunbt ans, is lost amid their glory
At the eastern extremity Of the loch, the
/ super huous waters are discharged by 4
stream of no great size, but winch. after
heavy showers, pours along its deep and tur
bId torrent with fearful impetuosity.
Alter running along the mountain fol
about half a nile, it suddenly precipitate,
i itself over the edge Of a rocky ridge whicr
traverses its course, and, failing sheer dOwr
a beIght of three hundred feet, leaps anC
bounds over some smaller precipices, until
at length, far down in Moffatdale, it entirely
I changes its character, and pursues a caIu
and peaceful course through = fine pastOra
: country. Standing on the brow Of q noun
! tam which OVerlOOks the fall, the tye take
! IN at once the whole of The course which VI
I have described and, 70 . poetical mind
1 which recognises in mountain scenery th'
cradle Of hb,Ity and the fsvorite dwelling
. place of imagination, the character Of thu
stream seems stype Of the human mind
stormy, bounding, and impe'uous, wheI
wrapped up in the glorious feelings whlc'
belong to romar tic Countries peaceful, dui
! and monoIonOus, amid the less inteTeslln.
I lowlands. Yet, after indulging in such
!. fancy for a time, another reflection arises
I which, # it be less pleasing and poeticaI, is
perhsps, more useiul--that tie impetuou
course Of the mcuntsin torrent, though gra
/ trying to the lover Of nature, 10 unacc0mpa
med with any other benefit 20 man, wnIl
the stream that pursues Its unpretendID,
/ path through the plain, bestOws fertility OF
thousand fields. Such thoughts as these
however, only arise in the mud when il ha
b. come somewhat familiar with the surrOun
ding scenes The roar &c the cataract, tn
savage appearance Of the daIk rocks tha
! border the falling waters, and that painful
feeling which the sweeping and inevitable
couTse OF the stream produces, at first para
\ lyze the mind, and, for some time after it ha
recovered it. tone, occupy it to the exclusion
Of every other sentiment.
And now, gentle reader, let us walk tOwart
4 The simple stone seat, which some shepher'
boy has erected unier yor sIlvery -stemme'
birch tree, where the sound Of the waterfall
comes only in a PLEASANT mo- otone, an,
/ where the most romantic part OF old Scotlan
Is spread beneath our fe,t. There Won sc
the eternal foam Of the torFent, withou' Oeln
distracted by us roar and you can trace th
/ cuurse OF the stream tll u terminates IN yO
clear and pellucid pool at the foot Of the hil
which seems too poor for aught bat
mirror and bath for beAuty'S Youngest daughters
vet, beautiful in its purity ~ It seems, II
indeed the scene Of the following true an
terrible tale
Philips Grey was one Of the most activ
young shepherds in the parish q fraquai
Fur two or three years be had carried OF u
medal given at the St. ROna"'s bords
games to him who made the best high leap
and, at the last meeting Of the games, he hs
been first at the running hOP-st' P-And Ju0I
bad beat all competitors IN ru"EIng ant
though but slightly formed, had gained th
second priz, for throwing the hammer
favorite old Scottish exercise, but almost ur
known in England. Athletic sports wer'
indeed, his faYorite pursuit, and he cultiva
ed them with an ardOr which very feW !
our readers will be able to imagine. Blu
shepherds, and, indeed, ail inhabitants
pastoral districts, he who excsss In thes
sports possesses . superiority over his con