Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-07-26

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agara Falls" the yosemite Valley
and the "Canons Of Colorado" which
honor it indeed we'll deserves. Penn
sylvania, our sister State, boasts Of
Mt. Pisgah and the "Switch' Back" to
which daily excursions are made dur
ing the summer season. But Mary
land possesses an Alpine height,
grander and nobler by far, Of which
she has great reason to boast. 1t
would only be comforting honor to this
almost-sacred spot, whore nature seems
to have expended her utmost skill, and
showing respect to our msrry-land, to
give the rock better title.
Every visitor to DAMS Rock" must
have been touched by the sublimity
Of the scenery. And the natural de-
sire to have its name transferred from
the sphere Of the ridiculous int that
Of the sublime is most justifisbls. Sew
eral names suggest themselves to my
mind, among which are: Ephialte's
Rock and The Great Hand. The
former Of these is prompted by an
Gent mythology. Ephialtes was one
Of the great giants Of olden times, who
is said to have placed Mt. Ossa upon
Pelion for the purpose Of ascending
into tho heavens. The great height
of the rock, seemingly supporting the
clouds that hover about it, confirms
the comparison or for like reason it
might DO called Saxa Santa, the sacred
rock. But tho place itself is more
suggestive Of no name better than The
Great Hand. Standing on the emf
hence ones imagination sees at once
in the series Of mountains, somewhat
to the right, the form of fingers and
thumb and the outline of a palm in
tho valley Immediately below. More
over, every mind, apprehending the
truly aesthetic beauty which the rock
commands, must recognize tho grand
working of Natures hand, and in it
the moulding power of The Great
Hand of the DIVINITY that shapes all
our ends"
The following stanzas on this subject
may prove of interest to your readers.
They are recollections of the beautiful
scenery written by a friend, with
whom recently visited the rock:
THE GREAT HAND"
BY Mar Marrow, dedicated to Guy d. .Stare.
Come and linger with me
On this mountain-top rock,
Come and see what see;
Come and feel what feel.
BE poet in silence; -
Loud language would shock,
Let the soul of reposs
On your reveries steal.
Be child for time,
Twill not lower the man;
Let your heart be as light
As the air that you breathe.
Be as tender as possible,
And deep if you can;
With the laurel of hope
Brows Of solitude wreathe.
This landscape has pictures
No artist can paint;
Tint of field and forest,
OF hoary old hill;
Curves of beauty and promise,
Receding and faint,
Till the distance seems space
Which shadow could fill.
o these mountains have lips
That are kissing the skies,
And are bringing the sweetness
Of heaven to earth!
o these mountains, these beauteous
Mountains, have eyes,
Brightest gems of creation,
Pearls inf mite in worth!
And they sparkle with joy
At the vision they see,
With joy that in language
Can never be told
With a JOY universal,
And childlike and free,
For they look up to God
And his glory behold.
Aye, these mountains have hands,
That are touching the Hand
The Great Hand that is shaping
And blessing this scene.
And l see that the touch
Is divine, and commands
All my heart to respond
To this grandeur serene.
DEDICATEE
TEE WATER QUESTION
FRosrBuRG, MD, July %, 1884.
To the MINING JOURNAL.
Will tho editor inform the public
through the JOURNAL why the Mayor
and Council and Water Commissioners
have not taken steps toward carrying
out the law providing for new or an
additional snnnly of watar7 Tho