The centennial anniversary of the city of Hamilton, Ohio . g before the white man rudely brokethe spell of privacy, or before the Indian made his debut upon the knows what weird figures floated in the shades of this Arcadiangrove, or what types of dark-hued maidens kept time, with flying feet,to the music of the rude cymbal and castanet? One can readily conceivehow the red man, in the days long gone, wooed his dusky mate in thesoft light of noon-day, and the speech of Indian brave fired the hearts ofhis followers, in the light of the dying camp fire. What child did not then know that
The centennial anniversary of the city of Hamilton, Ohio . g before the white man rudely brokethe spell of privacy, or before the Indian made his debut upon the knows what weird figures floated in the shades of this Arcadiangrove, or what types of dark-hued maidens kept time, with flying feet,to the music of the rude cymbal and castanet? One can readily conceivehow the red man, in the days long gone, wooed his dusky mate in thesoft light of noon-day, and the speech of Indian brave fired the hearts ofhis followers, in the light of the dying camp fire. What child did not then know that Sycamore Grove was the homeof elves and fairies, and the trysting ground of the gentle and the brave,in times long gone? And Deloracs Island! Why, what Hamiltonian hasforgotten the romance and mystery that hovered oer that spot; the whis-pers that filled the air at twilight, and the echoes that drifted, like in-cense on the summer air? Willows whiten, aspens breezes dusk and shiverThro the wave that runs forever15v the island in the JOHN W. SOHN. THK CENTENNIAL CELEBRATION OF HAMILTON, O. 313 Connected with its history, I listened in childish awe, to tales as wildas Robinson Crusoes sojourn on the island in the sea. And so, the pen never wearies with recitals of romance, and remin-iscence, flung around the home where childhoods hai)py days ran on,and on. The old, it is true, has been replaced by the new. Beautiful edi-fices have arisen like exhalations, and the dawn of a new life, and agreater prosperity is apparent to all; but the outlines of the old are there;the hills on the east and west are there; it is the same, in a new garb,with the sun shining as of old; with the spring rains and dews refresh-ing the land. The old fort, too, is there, in the memory of many, withits stockades and gallant defenders, looking out on the river, the beauti-ful river, that laves the feet of the city, and sings, in an unknowntongue, on its journey to the sea. The hills,
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