primeval grandeur, lovely landscapes, sunrise, noonday
and sunset—each has attracted the keen
poetic gaze. Though not the theme of poet or
pen—who that looks upon our autumn sunset
can deny its charms? The western horizon, a mass
of living gold, flitting in incessant array and mingling
with the different layers of purple, violet, pink,
crimson, and tempting hues of indescribable beauty;
at intervals forming regular and successive strata
of deep blue and red, deepening into bright red.
Suddenly as with magic wand a golden cloud shoots through
and transforms the whole with dazzling splendour.
The bewildering reflection upon the trees as they
raise their heads in lofty appreciation, forms a pleasing
background, while Heaven’s ethereal blue lies
calmly floating above. The gently sloping hills
lend variety to the scene, stretching in undulations
of soft and rich verdure; luxuriant meadow and cultivated
fields lie in alternate range. The sons of toil
are returning from labour; the birds have sought shelter
in their nests; the nimble squirrel hides beneath
the leafy boughs, or finds refuge in the sheltering
grass, until the next day’s wants shall urge
a repeated attack upon the goodly spoils of harvest.
Soon the golden sheen is departing, casting backward
glances upon the hill tops with studied coyness, as
lingering to caress the deepening charms of nature’s
unlimited and priceless wardrobe.
Amid such glowing beauty could the mind hold revel
on a glorious September sunset in Fredericton, 1824.
To any one possessed with the least perception of
the beautiful, is there not full scope in this direction?
Is not one fully rewarded by a daily stroll in the
suburban districts of Fredericton, more especially
the one now faintly described? If any one asks
why the present site was chosen for Government House
in preference to the lower part of the city, there
would be no presumption in the inference—selected
no doubt with due appreciation of its view both from
river and hills on western side. Truly its striking
beauty might give rise to the well established title
of “Celestial City.” Though unadorned
by lofty monuments of imposing stateliness, costly
public buildings, or princely residences, Fredericton
lays claim to a higher and more primitive order of
architecture than that of Hellenic ages. The
Universal Architect lingered lovingly in studying the
effect of successive design. Trees of grace and
beauty arose on every side in exquisite drapery, while
softly curved outlines added harmony to the whole,
teaching the wondrous and creative skill of the Divine.
The picturesque river flows gently on, calm, placid,
and unruffled save by an occasional splash of oars
of the pleasure seekers, whose small white boats dotted
the silvery surface and were reflected in the calm