The Red Cloud chief., 1877-10-11
A Landscape in Words.

For first CT all we went down to
Manchester, a small, scattered, pictur.
esque watering place overlooking NJ Is.
sachusetts Bay-the Swiss. locking cot.
tages of wood dotted down anywhere
Oh the high rocks above the strand
And when the wild sunset had died out
OF 4 eastern skies-the splendid cOlOrs
had been binding our sight until we
turned for refuge to the dark, intense
green OF the trees in shadOw-we had
our chairs out on the veranda, up here
on the rocks, over the sea. We heard
the splashing of the wav s below. We
could vaguely make out the line of the
land running away out to Cape Cod
and now the twin lights of the Sisters
begi n to shoot their orange rays into
the purple dusk. Then the moon rose,
and the Atlantic grew gray, and there
was a pale radiance on the rocks around
us. Our good friends talked much of
England. that long, still, beautiful night
and now it seemed a place very far
apart from us, that We should scarcely
be able to recognize when we saw i,
again" Mr.. Black also visited Long.
fellow at Cambridge, and his day with
the poet is thus pleasantly described in
the same novel: "And how is it posi-
bic to avoid some brief but grateful
mention of the one beautiful day We
spent at Cambridge-Or rather, outside
Cambr dge-in a garden there2 1t was
a Sunday, fair and calm and sweet
scented, for Their, were cool winds blow
ing through the trees and bringing the
Odor of l)WerS into the Swallowed YER
anda. Was not that bit of Landscape
over there, tOO-the soft green hill, with
its patches of tree, the hedges and fields,
the breezy blue sky, with its floating
clouds of white-a pleasant suggestion
of Surrey? There was one sitting with
us there who is known and we'll beloved
wherever, all Over the wide world, the
English tongue is spoken; and if that
gracious kindness which seemed to be
extended to all things, animate and in
animate, was more particularly shown
to our poor. stricken patient, who could
wonder who had ever seen her, sensi.
tive mouth and pathetic eyes? OF whom
was it written
So As descending wings tell the calm of "a,
hour on n r spirit;
within her S aid. AT lepg b thy tri Ala
are ended'"?
If she could not quite say that as yet,
her SORROWS were for the moment at
least forgotten, and she sat content and
pleased and grateful. And then we
had dinner IN an old fashioned room of
the old fashioned house, and much dis
on books; the mute listener, hav-
ing won favor of all, being far more
addressed than anybody else. |
The full moon was shining on the trees
we went out into the clear night.
1t was shining, too, on the Charles
River, when We had driven on along
the white road; and here. of course, we
stopped to look at the wonderful picture, |
Far beyond this flashing Of silver on
the ripping water the river was bound |
ed by a mass of houses that were black
as midnight in the shadow; and here
and there dusky spire O solemnly
nto the lambert sky. while down below
there was a line of lamps burning in
dark like a string of rudy jewels.
These were the only points of color,
those points of orange; all else was blue
md silver-a dream of Venicer-Wm.
Blacks Green Pastures and Piecodillv. /