Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1828-1831, 1829-06-18
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NOTES AMBROSIANlE.


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NOTES AMBROSIAN1E.
Vorfh.--Sprng IS with me the hnppicst of
the year. How tempting the young esculen,s, as
they spring up in their vlrginity along the wocdicss
rarden beds! Then the little iattenlng twin lambs,
Jancs racing the sunny brac, how pleasing to the
poetica palate.
.Shepterd.-Thoug tauld you ma to be scntimcn-
tai, did ia bid you be sensual.
.North.-- Sit corrected. Lo, winter is over and
shepherd Ma
! !. =. wun,cr lioscrin' esIls the lap . May.
But May is merry mouth, and ken ma whether
the smiles the frowns her face be the inair beau
tfu-ust like naughty durusel, in the pride o her
teens, sometimes fmin' scornfu' look to YOU over
her shcuthcr, If she dcspscd a mankind and then
O. at ance, as II touched by gentle thochts rcaxin
intill burst % smiles, like the sun OH half stormy
day, comm out suddenly frac ainang the breukin'
clouds, aud chaDgn' at ance earth into heaven Q,
sir, but the Lodge is bonny place MOO.
Nortt.-l love suburban retirement, james, even
more than the rerrotest rural solitude In old age
one needs to have the ncighborhood of human beings
to lean upon-and in the stiffness of awakening morn
or hushns eve, my spirit ycarns towards the hum of
the city, and finds relief from all o'crmastcrin.
thoughts, in its fellowship with the busy multitudcs
sailing along the many streams of life, too near to be
wholly furgotcn. and yet far enough off not harass
or disturb. inmy most wordsick dreams, never long
cd To be n hermt i'll the cave Mine eyes have still
loved the smoke Of human dwcllings--and when my
urbor, with Jenny Taylor's Holy Living and Dying
perhaps, on the table before me, how solemn, how
sublime, the sound of the Sabbath bells! Whether
the towers and spires of the house of worship sh-
ming III tho sunlight, heard each in its own region
of the consecrated city, through so.tening weight of
mist clouds E ON the windy seal
Stephcyd.--For my ain part, Mr. North, tho loe
tue locks and moors, and mountains, we'll rs do the
Wild swans, the whawps, and the red deer; vet could
/, were there necessity fort, bo every bit as hap
py in Hat on my thinner tenement in the darkest
lane o. Aud Recke, as in Mount Ben.cr tser, that
5links sac bonnily on its ain green knowe on the
broad bosom o. natur. Wherever duty cas- him and
binds him down, there may man be happy, ay, even
at the bottom O. coal pit, sir, that rims mile aaeath
the sea- wi and ships roarin' and rowin thou
sau fathom over the shaft.
.Nosih-The philosophy of human life.
Shepherd.--Better still it's relg on. INo for us
were there not great happiness and great virtue in
toons aud ctes Let but the faculties of the mind
be occupied for sake the affections the heart aud
your ee may shine as cheernly on smoky dead brick
wa within three yards o your nose, as on a ledge
o lvin' rock formln amphitheatre roun n loch or
an arm o the Wad l. oe my wife and my wcans
the less in the GrassmaGet than in the forest? Wad
be affected otherwise BIZ buryng o. them
should It so Please God--n Yarrow kirkyard than in
the Greyfriars; Il my sons and my daughters turn
out weel IN hie what mntters it 10 If they leeve
ay the silver streams or the dry Nor-oc. Vice aud
misery as readily-as inevtab!y-hefa' mortal Crea-
turs IN the Sprnkled dOnlceS, that f.ae the rreen
Garth look up through amang the trees to the blue
heavens, as in the dungeon like dwallns crooded one
aboon onitber, in closes WHARF it's aye sort o.
gimmering night. And Death visits them a alike
wi'as sure foot and pitiless an ee. And whenc.
vcr and wherever he comes there's an end o. a dis
tinctions % a differences, o outward and mater-
nj things. Then we matn a. alike look for comfort to
ne source-and that's no the skies thersels beauti.
fu' though they may be cannopyin' the dewy earth
wi curtain wrought into endless figures, a BRIGHT
>sf the railbow hpes, ah1ist hidden by houses
trae the s!cht O. them that are weepn' amang the
dim city lanes-for what ist in either case but
mere congregation o. vapors? But the mourner maun
DC able, wi the eyes O. ith to pierce through i, a.
relse of his mournin' there will be no end-nay
nay, Sir, the MAR beautiiu may be the tent in winch
he tabernacles, the mair bdeous the hell within his
heart! The contrast atweeu the strife O. his sin dis
tracted spirit, and the crawn the beautifu earth
may otherwise drive him mad, or if not make him
curse the hour when he was born into world in VAN
so beautiful.
-North'-l love to hear you discourse, James,
son man aud nature and human life,
hiusng solitude"
Alsthinks that poetry of late years has dwclt too
much on external nature The worship of poets, if
not idolatry, has been idolatrous:-
Shepherd the difference?
'HoTa.-Nay, ask the bishop of Oxford.