The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-16
Vermont Revisited.

Mr.. y. n. Richardson, one of the pro-
prietors of The Davenport (Iowa) Democrat,
has been visiting the scenes of his youth,
in Orange and vicinity, and writes The fol-
lowing to his paper
Over TO East Orange, Squire Move, who
lives ont in Wisconsin, and had not been
back to Vermont FOR twenty years, had
agreed to meet me there. So he did. The
old friends and old ncighbors were glad to
see the robust squire and his good wife
once more, and there was nothing too good
for them. The fatted calf-and numbers
of them, were slain, and the fatted goose,
for that matter and there was great JOY
all The well<in through. In few days
Judge Dickey of Humboldt, Iowa, will be
here, and when the boys all got around to-
gether there will be more downright visit
ing than you can crowd into Il two acre
lot.
Tea being dispensed at the hospitable
board of our old friend, Elm. Colby, the
Squire proposed Immediately to climb the
steepcst hill on the tarm-a nearly perpen-
dicular pasture back of the house, up full
two hundred feet in eighty rods. Twenty
years of prairie life gives Il native Yer
monter Il keen desire 10 climb hill. lie
wants TO see if his legs hold out wants TO
get away up high, where he can sit duwn
and see a hundred farms and study them
| all over again-thiuk who lived there ND
| there q quarter OF a century ago enquire
| after the men and women, lhc biyS and
the girls that used to live licrc. il is al of
the past-precious ltle Of the present II
was a grand lookout VIC had up so high in
the clear evening. Orange, Washington,
Corinth, Topsham, Newbury, Bradford
in full view, and in the more dim
background, noble old MoOsehillOck, the
| king of the White mountain ranCe-a scope
of country stretching thirty or forty miles
away-mapped out in fields, pasturagc,
orchards, sugar woods and timber lands ;
I threaded with streams, dotted about with
farm houses, here and there village-the
little cities of the liying-the bigger cities
of the dead. 1t was a scene of rare grand
cur, one we had once been familiar with.
but whose real value had never before been
so fully, so unspeakably appreciated. Our
old farms, our old homes, our old school
houses and church lay within our gaze
the scenes of early happy days the very
graves beneath which rest the near and
dear Of earth, were within sight. In It's
early twilight framing, it was a picture OF
rarest splendor, of most magnificent finish.
Sunday morning bells, the little bell from
the little white church, called the neghbors
together. Were you ever away from home
,any ,,,iN eoa,od ,.o,,ree,e IN tLo old
"% ob' 81 q Srnda,, ,orrninr with Won,
uSh &c ,o'1' 1.-Two 500 ,Thnn ,o,
na sannreciato ne sit,,o.ion, II cannot he
d,,n irhoro ia n r1in,s,erNvon scarce
iu heor lin, Tao rhnir IA ahnndont-
vormc nonnln of course Of no earthly con
senuenceHfor YOU know them not: yor
hear the hymns perhaps, but not heet
them: thew sing the same old tunes-bul
are not the same old voices-not the young
men of the bass and tenor that YOU knew
SO well not the girls of the air and con
tralto whom YOU once thought more beau
tiful than any other girls on the face OF
the earth. Mouse TO sing: no heart chords
are touched by the melody Of the stranger
notes.-the romance of youth, the twitch,