News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1901-03-06

Whitman landed in this country his |
first act was always to telegraph for
his old sweetheart, who would i'm
mediately go to him and remain at
his side until he again departed for
some foreign cline, though she never
accompanied him in any of his wan
derings. He had just returned from
a sCjaurn in the West Indies, whittier
he had vainly gone to stay the raw
ages of the slow consumption which
for years had been destroying him,
and was en- route to meet Miss Glldden
at Niagara when death overlook him.
The suicides letter declared that life
without her dead lover would be in
supportable, and expressed the hope
that her remains might be recovered
10 time to be buried in the same
grave with his. 1t directed the hotel
keeper to apply the money it enclosed
to the payment of her bill, the search
for her body and of the funeral ex-
penses of Whitman and herself. 1t
also gave the name and address of a
distant male cousin of the dead man
his only surviving relative, who
su bsf quently inherited his large for
tune.
And so on. incident after Incident
of peculiar sadness might be writ ten,
enough to fill all the space in many
issues of News AND CITIZEN, but it
would only add to the mistaken i'm
preston entertained by many people,
that to view the grandeur of Niagara
is maddening to the senses, while the
truth is, to behold this great work Of
nature, causes ecstacy of delight,
buoyancy of feelings, and is refresh
ing to the minds of the majority of
people who visit the scens. The
whole spectacle of the famous cata-
racts il one of deepest charm, not by
any means of horror and awe.
Even the heart of the abyss, where
the waters of Huron, Superior, Michi-
gan and Erie clash together in ire
mendous conflict, the inner madness
and miracle OF which no eye can see
or ever will see, by reason of the wells
of milky spray and of the rolling
clouds of water-drift which forever
hide it-even this central solemnity
and shudder-fraught miracle of the
monstrous uproar and glory is rem
dered exquisite, reposetul, and sooth-
ing by the lovely rainbows hanging
over the turmoil and clamor. Mag
ara appears not terrible, butdivinely
and deliciously graceful, glad and
lovely. 1t has been called the Low
ers' Mecca, and has been visited by
more bridal couples than has any
other spot it the world. The effect oil
viewing grand Niagara upon spoon
ing pairs may be imagined by read.
ing the following letter, written by a
young bride, and left unsealed at a
hotel there, where it was found after
she and her hubby had departed fol-
their home. 1t was printed in many
papers shortly afterwards
NIAGARA FALLS, September Is.
Dear Mamma.-We are having such
perfectly lovely time, and l CAM
begin to tell you how happy l am !
Henry is the dearest and sweetest
and best of husbands, and l love hin
more and more every hour. Itseemt
so strange to think thai am really
and truly married, and that Henry il
my own darling, precious husband
and that J. am his own dear LITTLE
wiley, as he says he shall always cal
me. That is, what he calls me every
few minutes now-bless the dear
sweet, old boy! We tried real hare
not to act one bit like a newly married
couple when we we're on the train, bur
I'm afraid we didn' tsucceed very well
Tor Henry said he must just squeez
my hand once in awhile and call m,
his own wiley wife, like the dear, fond
foolish fellow he is! So the train boy
tried to sell us Howel's "Weddine
Journey" before we'd gone ten miles
, and folks would stare so at us. Blu
l don't care, we were ever and ever sc
happy, and | couldn't begin to tel
, you how very dear and sweet Henry
is, for he-there's the blessed boy call
ing me now, and | must hurry right
straight to the sweet darling. Sc
goodbye mamma, dear, and bushels
and bushels of love from your own
Grille.