Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1886-09-10

long hill to the farmhouse where
VIC were TO spend those happy
wceks-as we alighted at the door
in the beautiful sunset splendor we
felt "Our lines had fallen in pleasant
places" indeed. And then those
beautiful dreamy summer days that
followed! How many hours we lay
in the hammock, which was stretch
ed between two apple trees in the
orchard, in the summer stiffness,
and let the quiet and peace enter
into our souls. There was no room
for sorrow or care in our he arts Just
then, only at times "a feeling Of
sadness came DER us" as we thought
of the hundreds in our great cities
whose lives are made up of sorrow
and toll and care, and to whom the
peace and beauty Of the country are
things unknown.
How lovely it was in every dircc-
ton from that little spot where the
hammock swung. How plainly we
can see it yet.
TO the north beyond sloping hill,
where the hay makers were gather
ing in their understanding stores,
lay two lovely groves; where the
deep mysteries of maple sugar max
ing are carried on each spring.
"Sugar-placos" they are called, but
how beautiful they look Tow. The
trees are tall and straight, covered
with bright green foliage; and the
shade and GOODNESS within are deli
cious.
Looking to the east down the
green slope, the beautiful Connect
cut river winds along the valley
like great shining serpent in the
sunlight. Above and beyond, are
green low-lying hills dotted with
nesting farm houses with their
adjacent grain fields and "sugar-
places" And above all towers the
great Presidential Range of the
White Mountains. Mt. Washing
ton to the right with its top among
the feecy clouds; to the left Mts.
Adams and Madison. And at THEN
feet, nestle the little towns of JEFF.
ferson, Carroll and Bethlehem. And
yet farther to the left and nearer
Mt. Prospect with the Prospect
House at its highest peak and at its
feet shining pond.
To the south, other peaks OF the
White Mountains loom up to the
sky; and nearer us, up on the sunny
hills, the farm-houseS and grain-feld,
complete q calm, restful picture.
TO the west, Miles Mountain
stands. At its base, a beautiful
pond; around which a little village
clusters; and to the left more greer
hills.
How inadequate are words to ex
press the grandeur and beauty o
such scenery. One could gaze for
ever; and | would wish that when
am called to take that long journey
from which there is no returning
that my last earthly gaze might res
on scenes like these.
AT sunrise, at noon, and at sunset
the mountains are beautiful, but
never the same. From hill a little
above us, one could see seventeen
different towns scattered in the val
ley and on the hills. The scene i
one to remember during lifetime
But far more lovely to me, ar,
the mountains at sunset, than a
any other time. The sun kisse
them goodnight, bathing thei
peaks and slopes with a crimson
radiance, beautiful beyond compare
1t is sublime; and ore is lost in aw
and wonder.
"such scenes have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care;
And comes like the benodicton
Thatfollows after prayer"
And then we live over agail
those other days, when the rain fel
and the mountains were yelled il
mist; when we stayed indoors ant
wrote long letters to our friend
and dear ones at home. They wer,
restful days, and it needed tn,
storm as we'll as the sunshine, t.
make up those delightful weeks
How gladly we welcomed the mount
aims when the storm was over anC
the mist slowly lifted, rcvealin!
them to us again in all their beauty
Shall we ever forget that beauti
full evening when our kind hostess
drove us down over the hills to the
river, and IN the peaceful sunSe