Year: 1863

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Repository, dated at Eden Mills, July
9th /:


II find myself this evening away up
here in Northern Vermont, at place of
the same name of that which Adam and
Eve we're driven out of Paradise. If not
the identical garden, this is probably the
counterpart of it. At any rate, they
seem a very happy and contented people
here, and regard that labor and sweat of
brow, by which they gain their daily
bread blessing instead of a curse The
clatter and noise of the saw and hommer
have but just ceased, from new church
being built but few rods from the door
of the house where am taking my lodg-
ings, and the stillness of the beautiful
summer evening is uninterrupted save by
the roar of the water of a little rivulet;
the outlet of Eden pond This. chases its
way along at the base of green hill
which is almost perpendicular. Out of
the window of my room, / admiringly
gazed upon its towering peak, resting
seemingly against the very sky, until
the grey twilight slowly merged in dark
ness, shutting over all, and hiding it from
my view.


From my peregrinations in Glover, of
of which my last letter gave an account,
spent one more day very pleasantly in
Barton, which bears striking similarity
to all the Vermont villages, being snug
gled in among the green hills. 1t has
however, some advantage in beauty of
landscape over many places of its size, in
addition to the beautifully rounded hills
that enclose it, charming little lake
spreads out like mirror over part of
the surface of the valley, which, from its
shape is sometimes called Bell Pond, but,
quite as appropriately, from another pc
culiarity. is more more frequently termed
Crystal Lake, its waters being SO clear
that the bottom can be discerned to a
great depth. By the politeuess of H: s.
Bickford Esq, and lady, small party
was invited out for boat ride, and had
the pleasure of being one of the happy
number. Landing on the opposite shore
from the village, we strolled about among
the ragged rocks, awe-stricken in view of
the mighty works Of Him who holdeth
them all as in the hollow of his hand
A rudely constructed ladder placed against
the rocks almost perpendicular, leads the
way to cold spring gushing out of their
seams, probably about twenty feet from
the ground, and forty or fifty above the
surface of the lake. Not wishing to be
thought less brave than others of the
company, aroused my courage to the
sticking point, and ascended the ladder
the last one. Above where the spring
flows out its ice.cold water, the rocks
shelve outa solid mass, as far each way
as the eye can reach, and hundreds of feet
over head. Unlike the prophecies re-
corded in Holy Writ, concerning the
wicked people of Assyria and Samaria Of
old, we did not say to the mountains and
rocks, Fall on u.s. and hide us from the
face Of Him that stitch on the throne
With fear and trembling, we found our
way back, treading as lightly as possible
the earth, lest the jar Of our feet would
jostle these boulders from their bed and
crush us. True, we might have reflected
on the ages of time that have intervcned
between us and the creation, and the fact
4 that they had remained in the same po-
sition through the whole, but it was no
time for any thought, save the one the
power Of Omnipotence and our own ffailty.
Silently we took our seats in the, little
boat, and the bosom Of the water bore us
safely to the starting point again, just as
the cars on the Passumpsic Road. neared
I the station Near the shore little steam,
er was anchored, bearing tho romantic
name Of Orleans Belle Il wondered
where the propelling power. with all its
apparatus could be hid in such minia-
ture, and have room left fora4 helmsman,
pilot, and engineer, sayiug:nething abont
captain and passengers. After planting
my feet firmly on terra Gfma, examined