The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1890-06-14

we proceed, other than our own inn
pressions of the grandeur and sublimi-
ty, and majesty and enchantment OF
..what has been," where the most ex-
quisite pencilings of nature have full
filled conceptions Of matchless kind.
Looking from mature up to Natures
God, . many thanked Him that He had
spared them to reach their destination,
through the contiguration of the at
mospheric changes, which have lately
carried dart to many a mans heart.
In the course of years countless be-
holders will feel that the verdure is not
what it used to be. and when genera
tons yet unborn shall have become us
the dust of the forgotten races (?)
those who come after them will catch
the inspiration of s'what has BEEN"
The Grove is about mile in length by
less than a mile in average width, is
many feet above the level of the Ohio
river, and is thickly wooded and scat
tered all over with floral offerings rich
and varied, and abundant beyond the
gardens of wealth and taste. To mere
~ speak of the picturesque beauty of
the Grove will awaken charming
thought. The very word suggests re-
pose, purity and sweetness. When I
had climbed through the electrifying
air, filled with rumors about 200 feet
up to the highest elevation, 1 stood
hushed and trembling while gazing
afar over those mighty highland tops,
while below flowed the river like
sheet of milk white foam. I looked in
the distance toward Louisville and
reached out my arms restlessly towards
that signal of a bit of home friends on
the highway among the eternal hills.
Neither the glowing harmony of Byron
nor the exquisite pencil of Raphael
could adequately delineate the almost
Incompatible splendor of that radiant
scene. 1t is unfortunately, true, that
language fails to give adequate utter
ance of my inability to describe the
emotions OF my friend playing a ''lone
hand" upon the high elevation, as his
hitherto facile aspiration had failed to
perform it's function with his co-ordi-
majors, to add to the characteristic
felicity and brilliancy of the fete. I
was on social terms with these old tops
or tips myself, and felt that they must
be conscious of their greatness, and
the constant homage done them,
even though some might denominate
his audience hardshells. Neverthe-
less he was con top" regardless of the
long continued action of tremendous
torrents of sitting air and rumors
around him unseen. 1t is impossible
for pen to convey or tongue to tell the
feelings of this shadowy mystery that
invites the reader into the solemn and
mighty forest of reality to enter and ex-
plore. Little by little the light before
begins to pale and dim, and the trunks
grow grander in proportion, the height
vaster, until at last every one stands in
reverence before the silent and ancient
monarchs themselves. 1t is twilight.
No breeze whispers through the
branches of these forest gods that
climb seemingly to the zenith in their
search for space and light. Nothing
but the occasional and distant CRY Of
some solitary jay or heron breaks the
stiffness of the evening air, as we 81
lently stood and gazed first upward,
and then into the depth of the shadowy
mystery" All the eloquence that has
stirred and electrified the civilized
world, from the days of the calm and
patient and all suffering man named
JOB. fails utterly to hold spell-bound
and attentive the Colored population,
as does the mute and astute appeal of
this would-be monarch, I am thy lord
and power. Here is most of the
strength and congregation of his real
sanctuary, that comforted, in the con-
fused but majestic dreams of the grand
old builders of the present age, who
gave to the world, not a new order of
Friendship, but all orders united, SUBJ
dued, and overwhelmed in this one.
The boat rings her bell and we all get
on board. The writer regrets that in
sailing on the stream of life, he has met
the Y or forked road which has two
routes: "good and bad;" and being no
stronger than Adam of old,if as strong,
must give up the ''tenor'' of his nara
tive for the "base." The above pref
ace, offer for the daylight of the pic
nc that was given by the Western
School last Saturday at Sugar Grove.
There were between 76O and no peo-
pie on board the boat. The rates of
fare were 10 cents for the school chill
dren, 10 cents for their parents and 25
cents for outsiders. The teachers of
that school did not have to pay anything.
The boat cost $50, and the music was
$l2, and were stood for by four teach
ers: There were no accidents reported,
and everything passed off admirably
we'll, considering that none of the other
schools took a part. OLD HOss.
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