Her Stories

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Lizzie Ihling

A curious, yet intriguing story found in John Blair Linn's 1883 History of Centre and Clinton Counties, tells the tale of a beautiful young aeronaut named Lizzie Ihling, and her celebrated visit to Centre County. Linn's story includes Miss Ihling's observations of Bellefonte and the County, as viewed from a hot air balloon.

Lizzie Ihling made two balloon ascensions, on October 4 and 5, 1876, during the celebration for the Centennial Fair of the Centre County Agricultural Society. She had been invited by members of the Agricultural Society's executive committee, since balloon ascensions at such events were very popular and would, in all likelihood, draw a sizeable crowd to the fair. The Democratic Watchman reported:

A balloon ascension at any time is attractive, but when made by a beautiful and accomplished young lady it becomes fascinating – at least to the young men, while the young ladies will be compelled, in sheer self-defense, to turn out en masse, in order to prevent their "gentlemen friends" from becoming too enthusiastic in their admiration of the gay young aeronaut.

Articles ran in the Democratic Watchman for several weeks before Ihling's arrival. This coverage indicates the anticipation and excitement surrounding Ihling's arrival. Indeed, the turnout was quite impressive for her first ascension, as some 2500 spectators were reported to arrive at the fair in order to witness the impressive voyage. Ihling embarked on her journey in her hot air balloon, "The Amazon". For the event, she was reportedly dressed as the goddess of liberty. Ihling's uncle, Professor John Wise of Lancaster County, accompanied her to the fair and supervised her. Professor Wise was himself a well known and accomplished air voyager. He modestly described himself as "the world renowned astronaut who has more voyages through the Heavens than any other man."

Ihling's written accounts of her observations during her aerial journeys have been preserved and allow for not only a fascinating glimpse of the countryside seen from the air but also an account of the adventurous spirit of this young lady. During her first ascension Ihling wrote:

I started up at 2 pm, with ascending force sufficient to elevate me 3500 feet by the time I reached a point centrally over the town of Bellefonte. From there the view was grand. The amphitheater form of the fair ground had changed into a sort of galleried terrace, with here and there clusters of spectators, whilst the pit from whence I started, looked in one place like a beehive – the bees all clustered up in a bunch. I saw the two carriages scampering through the town in pursuit of me, and it made me laugh aloud to myself at the lilliputs hurrying up their tiny vehicles with horses as large as Newfoundland dogs. The town of Bellefonte looked so compactly built that there appeared to be too little room for the locomotives and teams to wriggle through its thoroughfares, unless they were of diminutive size . . .

She was moved to poetry in her second ascension:

When e'er I mount on ether's wing
To seek the heavenly air,
To hear the zephyr angels sing
It fills my soul with prayer.

All nature sings the song of love
In one accord of praise;
The lamp of God swing far above
Sends down its quick'ning rays.

When fleecy clouds around me play
Like spirits of the air
Ad fan me with their ambient spray
I feel like staying there.

The world sinks down in ether's sea
Nor stops to rest in space
While my frail bark is sailing free
To seek a resting place.

Oh! Must I soon depart from hence
To join that rugged shore,
To dream of heavenly recompense
In nature's bounteous store.

No! No! I will not down to earth –
I'd rather stay up here
Around the scenes of Joy and Mirth
They greet my eye and ear.

How beauteous now the realms around,
Spread out with bounteous hand;
The great blue vault now clasps the ground,
And forms a circling band.

Ne'er can the earth such pleasure give,
Nor move th soul to praise,
As does the upper world of life
In sailing on its ways.

The world looks like a fairy green
With platts of various hue,
And silvery streamlets in the scene
To beautify the view.

But now, alas, my fairy bark
Is swooping for the strand
And down I come like meadow lark,
Again to grope on land.


- State College Women's Club -

- Sylvia Beach - Susanna Carson - Vivian David - Sarah Lucinda Hall - Ann Dunlop Harris -
- Lizzie Ihling - Anna Keichline - Myrtle Magargel - Catherine Wister Miles -
- Mary Harris Morris - Jane Davis Patton - Rebecca Rhoads - Mary Louisa Willard -