Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1871-07-08
For the Catoctin Clarion
EMM1rsBuRG, June 80, 1871.

Mr.. EDITOR This, as well az other
morninps | rose with the sun, and
brushing the dew from the 'enamelec
grass spears that fringe the winding
Oath Leading through the open bar:
| down into tho meadow, ! will drink
with the robin that carols as he flies
wells up everywhere around me
When the tourist in Pompen wishes
to enjoy fully the antique Pictures
that adorn tie exhumed wallis, h'
spr;pkles them with water, and the
etucco CLOVIS once more with ito pr's'
ltine brilliancy.
When the tourist in Paris visits the
Louvre, and wanders entranced among
| its miles of noble works Of art, (thou,gh
now somewhat damaged. he lays hls
head on his pillow at night and dreams
of the marvellous beauty Of the land
scapes Of Claude Lorraine. ,
But this morning, Mr.. Editor, l
have before me, wherever my pathway
NAV lead, landscape as beautiful as
any that Claude ever conceived, de-
signed and consummated by nature 8
master hand from the red earth /
tread upon, and although born but
Yesterday, sprinkled BY the same
beuefcent hand, and relimnsd until
every outline is sharp and distinct ;
and it lays before me fresh and fair
and beautiful to look upon.
pause in my path upon the hill
side to gaze more fully on the fairy
like scene; before me the grey fences
that bound the farm enclosures are the
border lines Of az many adversely
tinted fields; the emerald wheat with
it's leaf blades, beaded and tipped with
dew-gems, borders the soft, velvety
oats that lately began to form per
feet carpet for the ground.
The green corn6elds that have
sprung into symmetric squares, re-
minding one of a chess board, where
costumed men might stand and move
through the evolutions Of the kingly
game.
Beyond the meadows lay stretched
out a sea of verdure-aow smooth
and even as uarufHed water-now
broken into chopped pillows of sheaf-
like tussocks, down among which the
black bird dives to his pendulous nest
Through the greenest spots a brook
winds, folding back and forth-now
advancing, now receding, until spark,
ling sections become detached, and
seem bright ponds laid in the grass
for the gamboling fish, the philosophit
frog, or the swallow disposed to by
dropathy,
In the distance the stately forest
rises from the cool shade, dark, i'm
penetrable wall of leaves,
Great messy trunks with gre!
brawny arms, stand calmly in thu
morning quiet, seeming uselessly TO
hust-but now the sunlight that Aeck'
their rough bark in silver spots il
tremalous with no passing breeze
the sound of the falling nut that thu
squirrel carelessly lets drop, is no
drowned in the gay rustic Of com
muning leaves, all come and 60 il
their turn.
The rabbits tread, as it hops wearil,
upon tip-toe, is so clear and dist!nc
that itself is alarmed, when the it'll
, echo comes back from ths canop,
f above, and its expressive ears ar
, alive with attention.
The wood-robin, perched among tn
thickest foliage pours forth upon tn
air rich volume of song, that flood
down through the lofty aisle Of som
9 medieval cathedral.
From my pause upon the hillside
5 I have wandered unobserved to tn
woods; the bright little flowers lool
me in the face, but have forgotte,
them in the completeness and the glor,
f Of morning. have been lost in tn
beauty Of natures sublime lap-full.-
In my next botanical rambles l vii
f gather q boquet for myself and m
: friend of the quill-"Tom's Creek.
e Hoping that he may, in the meantime
@ try a tramp through the fields an
e woods in the early morn, and Civ
what he experienced. J.. S. 6.