Our Village. - The navigation on the lake is commenced; the cheerful "yeo-heave-yeo" of the hardy sailors sounds in our ears, and we almost fancy ourselves in some populous city on the boarders of the Atlantic; the shrill notes of the bugle are heard ever an anon, in preparation for the canal packets, which will commence their trips in a few days; and our village now wears a lively and business-like appearance.
Indeed it is delightfully situation, and none but an anchorite or misanthrope can fail of being pleased at its location. It is not only a beautiful spot for the man of fortune and leisure, but a suitable mart for the man of business and enterprise. We have every facility for the transportation of property to and from us; on the one hand is the lake to communicate with the western, and on the other the canal to connect us with the eastern market.
We have a rich surrounding country; numerous and extensive hydraulic privileges, and every concomitant to found a respectable city. We see nothing to prevent Oswego one day, and that not far distant, taking a pre-eminent rank among the villages of the west, and claiming no very insignificant place among the emporiums of the east. The only matter of surprise to us is, that a place possessed of so many advantages, should have remained so long neglected and unimproved.
It is but a few years since that we noticed, where now stands some of our most elegant buildings, low and useless shrubbery covering a wide, uncultivated waste; where now we notice well improved farms, or beautiful and tasteful villages, was then a howling wilderness. The bear, the wolf and the deer roamed the forest almost unmolested, where now are seen the domestic ox leisurely chewing his cud in his well-stocked barn-yard, or carelessly browsing the rich herbage on the road side - the gentle sheep with her young lambkins fearlessly gamboling over their meads and laws - and the stately horse proudly prancing over his green pasture.
This is Oswego and its environs - a country abounding with luxury and plenty. For ourselves, we feel reconciled to spend our days in subsinct, and feel as composed and contented in our easy arm-chair, as an emperor in his proudest days of conquest. More anon.