Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1869-01-26
From the West.
NASHUA, low, Jan. 20, 1869.

NASHUA, lowS, Jan. ~, IoeJs
DEAR NEwsDEALER:
1.-THE day is done, and the darkness
Comes on the wings of the night,
As a feathef is waited downward
Only it doesn't; and in my humble opin'
ion, Longfellow would have been pronounce
ed most uumitigated humbug, had he
written those stanzas anywhere west of the
Mississippi. This prairie-Iaud is not a
place for anything to 'come waited" very
gently, as any three months resident will
testify.
| give this little vent to my spleen a..
gainst this west, as l view it, with the
comforting knowledge, that you don't know
who | am, nor do l intend you shall, till
| learn whether, or not, my aedgeling
comes to a premature end in the waste
basket, in which latter case, l will cover
its shame as best | may, without discover
ing its paternity.
But don't / know your bonnie face, as
every Saturday night you enter my coy
room, shedding the light of other days
with soft radiance over carpet, furniture
and pictures; home pictures, which have
kept me company in my wanderings, like
dear ghosts of their former selves, ever
growing more dear, as time defaces or de-
stroys their originals.
Don't like here? Why, Mr.. Editor,
that question is preposterous! Why, as
early as the 10th of last November, the
water in a tub on our veranda froze so
hard an axe could not break the ice, and
the wind blows so necessarily, and so hard
one is obliged to take on ballast, and tie
down their hair, before venturing out, or
run the risk of going up, in a state more
bald than that of the prophet Elijah.
Catch speckled trout from a wild,
dashing, sparkling, Green Mountain brook,
and transfer him to broad, level goose.
pond, and fancy his feelings. Leave the
Army of the Potomac, a colonel of reg
iment, or general of brigade, and set
tie down in Belvidere as Methodist
minister, and think how long your food
would agree with you; till then don't ask
me if like this part of the west.
The dearest spots on earth to me, are
among my native hills; even the rock
ribbed state of New Hampshire has
charm praire-land can never bring. God
bless New England; more especially YER
mont; most especially, Lamoille county,
and prosper her forever.
Why, every time | see the new moon
over my right shoulder, L wish there might
be some philanthropic man who would fur
nish funds to bufld a railroad from Port
land straight to Paradise, running right
through Lamoille county, establishing there
a junction where all the other reads in the
universe should CENTER
Success to the Lamoile Valley Rai-
road, and l most ardently hope, ere my
eyes again behold my native hills, and
valleys, their evergreen freshness may
have become accustomed to the din
gy smoke of the locomotive, and their ST.
lent echoes awakened from their Rip-Van-
Wrinkle sleep, BY the snort of the iron
horse. l shall watch your columns with
anxiety, till read that every man is
ready toput his shoulder to the wheel and
push, like--fun
| have attended a funeral to-day il our
only church, which is a poor school-house,
an extended account Of which (if you sue
coed well with your rail-road) l may some
time be induced to give you; till then, |
remain, as ever, LAMoILLE.