Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-10-12

full, snugly ensconce in the lovely valley
of the Ammouoosac, on the main line of
road through the mountains and within
fifty minutes carriage ride of the Boston,
Concord and Montreal railway s'ftion at
Whitsfield, and about sixty minutes car
rage ride from Marsbfeld, which il the
depot of the novel road up the steep side
of "Old Mt. Washington" Hence the
grand success of the new hotel among the
White Mountains. The Boston, Concord,
Montreal and White Mountain railway
has been q great blessing to all who have
visited the White Mountains, as it does
away, almost entirely, with the tedious
old-fashioned stage coach. By this rail-
way from Concord IN. H you are whirl-
ed about through the gorges into the very
heart of the mountains, Just where you
want 10 go, without being jostled to death
on thu inside or outside of an old stage.
Indeed, almost the entire travel pass over
the above.named route, whilst the main
portion of the travel from the city of New
York to the White Mountains come and
go by the new route, viz: by the steam
boats continental" and elm City from
New York to New Haven, which gives US
a beautiful sail up Long Island Sound, g
sound nights rest and a good supper.
Breakfasting on board the boat, you then
take the cars direct from New Haven to
the White Mountains, taking your tea at
the Pennigewasset, Twin Mountain or
Profile House, the same night. By this
new route over the New York and New
Haven line of steamers, you make an
agreeable break in your journey, by boat
and by rail, alternate, which seems to
shorten the distance aud make the trip
more pleasant and agreeable The pop
ularity of this route during the past sea-
son has been wonderful add to this saw
ing Of fare over any other route, aud you
have facts well worthy Of especial note.
You would be actually surprised to see
what a large number of fair meidens are
con the wing" throughout the White
by Young creatures. They seem SO hap
py, and brilliant, too, and ike the sweet
birds of spring, they make these solitudes
ring and echo with sweet song, which
makes the deep voice Of the grand old
mountains speak and echo back again and
again, until the sweet sounds die away in
the far-off distance, like the slr mber of an
infant
Last night the beautiful moon rose
broad and full; we sat and watched it as
it lost it's deep shadows away down in
Tuckerman'a RaVine. Onand on rose the
beautiful queen Of right" we sat in
groups, looking down en- the lower world,
with hearts full of We and alteration, and
in silence we he!a communion with our
own hearts es We viewed this splendid
scene, until we were admonished by good
morpheus" that we must retire and go
hence into the faE-off Gland of dreams
and look these scenes over again, when in
sweet and quiet slnmber on the mountain
top. Reluctantly we shut ourselves ont
from the light of the beautiful moon, and
soon we were at rest beneath the shelter
of the steep roof Of the Tip Top House.
The wind, toe, haA died away, and al
seemed at r, st-no manntr 0f U1d dis
turbed the solemn silence OF the night.
Shortly after midnight We were awak
ened by the mcst heavenly music ever
heurd At first it seemed as if it were e
dream. Just at this moment tee sounds
died away, and then ceased altogether
Really was unable to determine wheth-
er had been asleep or awake when l
heard the music; then the unnistakable
sounds wero again heard, and the delu-
sion was dissolved and the reality before
me. I at once set myself cautiously toI
work to ascertain from whence came those
sweet notes Creeping from my room toI
the end window of the building, l saw a
beautiful gill; guitar in hand, sitting Up
on the rocks, intent)y gszing on the mag
nificent moon, and softly but s"eetly
SINGING her fsvorite songs, a, at times
stopping to hear it echeing back to her
from Mts Clinton, jefferson, Monroe and
Adams. Her hsir VS. uucoL fined and
hung ia clusters Oh her shoulders, whilst
her face showed that her very sonl was
drinking deeply in the beauti' s, and sol
emu and silent grandeur on the summit
of Mount Washing on. I sat and watchtd
her for a long time. Finally, she sweetly
sang,
"Oh would l we're With thee
Every day and hour;
My heart would then be
Light and free.
Oh, yes my sONl
Would have the power
To bid al! earthly
Things to hee."
After which she slurg her guitar over her
shoulder and advanced towards the house.
Again silence reigued supreme. But
there was no sleep for me, turn which
way l would, there SIT that angelic girl,
with streaming hair, and guitar, on that
rock, and then those haunting word,
Would were with thee every ~ and hour"
they took al the sleep from my eyes. My
curiosity to know the fair mortal, Queen
of Night" could not rest until it Was sat
isfed. Upon inquiry l found that she
hailed tcom the Island of Cuba, and that
she had just completed her educ ,tion at
the convent CT the Sacred Heat" in
New York, aud was on a tour through |
the White Mounteins previous to her de.
parture for home. She is rather dark,
but beautiful, and is said 10 command
about one hundred Thousand dollars in
gold, in her on right and name, which
makes her very interesting. az you may
suppose, among m4rriagsble y"uag men
and bachelors.
We have had three or four d"y- of cold,
dissgreeable weather here, but Row it is
"a soft, mellow ana r. autifnl "a you ceu'd
wish. Yours, etc, CLAYTON.