The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1886-05-08
sHere come creeping, creeping everywhere:
NV humble song of praise
Most gratefully raise
TO Him at whose e0mmandi
beauty the land

.sHere come creeping, creeping everywhere;
MY humble song of praise
Most gratefully raise
To Him at whose eommandi
l beauty the land
Creeping Silently creeping, everywhere"
1t may be that the hues of the dawnins
foliage are no more exquisite at North Con-
way than in other places, the summer YER
dure no more delightful, the autumn color
ing no more splendid; but here there Is all
the advantage that a beautiful and costly
painting. fitly and magnifcently framed, has
over one equally as beautiful, but unframed,
or with frame unbefitting it. The noun
tains are such splendid frame for this love-
ly vale of the Saco! They are forever grand
and delightful, whether in midsummer,
clothed upon with luxuriant, living green, in
the autumn, glowing with vivid and gorgeous
colors, in winter, when glittering with ice
and with wild-whirling snow-wreaths about
their SUBMITS, they keep guard over the
still, cold valley in its white shroud, or as
now with the purplish color upon them, and
about them the dreamy haze that makes
us think Of pleasant, long, golden days to
come.
1t has been my happiness, lately, to visit
what Mr.. T. E. NJ. White, whose photo
graphs of White Mountain scenery are so
widely known, and so much admired, says is
the most beautiful waterfall in the White
Mountains, ripley Falls Leaving the
Portland s. Ogdensburg railroad at Ava
lanche Brook, tolerably easy climb as
mountain climbing goes, takes you to the
Falls. They are one hundred and fifty feet
high and exceedingly graceful; they areicon-
fined between the rock walls OF very steep
ravine in grand forest, and fall first over
four rocky starways, and then glide down
ledge into pool Now there is tremend-
Gus volume Of water and the effect Of it
pouring resistlessly down from the cliffs is
impressive and grand, but there is more OF
beauty about it in summer, Then the rose
ate tinge of the granite shows through the
lace-like water, and their is a delicacy and
fairy-like charm about the spot that is lack
ing now.
The rocks in the little glen are wonderful
ly picturesque, and beautiful reddish moss
grows. abundantly, seeming to take its hue
from the rose-colored lodges, over which the
water flows. The graceful and lovely water
fall in summer is like pretty bride blush
ing under her wedding VEIL
Oh. for the pen of eloquence and inspira-
ton to describe the majesty and beauty of
the scene at Avalanche Brook in the late aft
ernoon, and a ride down through the Notch
at sunset! The great, peaceful shadows
float slowly down over the side of Mount
Wiley. and settle in the narrow, thick
wooded valley; the eastern wall of the Notch
and the eastern valley is in sunshine, and
the lovely lilac flush is on the woods; here
and there, a red-fowering maple makes a
charming bit of color among the lilac and
silvery-gray tints. Not a speck is in the
soft, clear sky. Mount Washington comes
in sight, glowing like a great amethyst in
the wonderful sunset light, the air is pft
and full of balm, laden with the sweet scents
of the woods. The shadows lengthen and
lengthen, and the ineffable light fingers on
the east, and the flush of dawning beauty on
the long, sloping valley Of woods. Slowly,
slowly the soft shadows lengthen, the light
grows more tender, and ''the peace of God,
which passeth all understanding" sinks
down from the vast mountains into restless,
human hearts. E. M. NJ.