Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1839-06-13
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APRIL.
" Sweet April! many thought
Is welded unto thee, as hearts are wed.

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| Z" Sweet A pril! many thought
Is welded unto thee, as hearts wed.''
| April is delightful month, notwithstand
ing what is said Of it by those who grope
among the dull realities Of lile-whohaYo
no quick and prevailing sense of the beau
tiful, the harmonious, the soothing Those
dull trudgers along the highways and by
ways Of corporeal existence, are constantly
venting their spleen on the changeable
sky, the wet, dirty streets, the want of va
rety in the table-markct, the danger to
which their healths and lives are exposed,
and all the sthousand and one" odds and
ends, watch serve to Fill up the talk, and
fill out the lives Of such as are determined
to look on the dark side only.
InyaIils complain, aud with justice, of
the fckleness OF the climate, the lrequen-
cy of eastery winds, &c, and who would
not complain to be confined to the lone
chamber or couch, when nature is waken-
ing from her long wntry sleep, and prepar-
ing for summer, glorious summer, her robe
of brIiaace and beauty2 To the young,
rejoicing in health, whose minds are
untrammelod by the wants and cares of
ripper years, April is truly delightful pc
Rod. To behold stern winter gradually
Withdrawing his snowy mantle from the
fields and hiis,-the tender grass, here
and there, raising spirc above the sur
rounding desolation, as if sending ii forth,
like Noah dove, to see if the waters are
assuagel from of the earth,- hear the
first SOFT caroling Of the gentle inmates of
The forest and to think how very soon glad
summer viii bring flowers, and sports, and
ioy---tAese, in the youthful and unreAccting
spirit, produce thrill Of pleasure which is
almost happiness.
But the first Of April, which, in by-gone
days, vas season Of unchecked or rath-
or uucheekablo ninth, was the most vel
come Of all WHO cannot cal 0 mind the
numerous tricks aud slratagoms played off
on the unsuspccting, esteeming ourselves
thrice happy, if we were not the stupid
and unconscious objects of the ridicue?-
"AIl fool day" it is called, and 10 one
would dread being classed among fools, for
the sake Of enjoying and sharing with them,
their sports and jokes. 1t IS pleasant for
US TO recall the SCENES of early years-tho
days Of our happy childhood. They rise
before US as fresh aud beautiful as when
they passed away--wo find ourselves again
on the old playground, or in the pleasant
schoo-room, (tor all the schools of olden
times were not lillle pnrgatores nor bed
lams as they are so frequently represent
ed y each loved assoc late is before us-we
see the beaming eye, the open brow, the
happy smile, and hear the echoing laugh of
good nature, which carries a thrill Of hap
piuess with il, and we forget that time
hath passed bis finger over the golden locks
Of youth, and, like steathy robber, hath
impei ceptab,y taken the lustre from the
eye, the bloom from the countenance, and
from the mind and body, their wonted vigor
and energy. The few who remain of our
once joyous and animated circle cannot, as
then. look forward to many long years OF
ploasure-to many bright and joyous springs.
We have tasted Of earh's cup Of suffer
ing and sorrow, as well as pleasure, AID
old age is waning us to be prepared for the
last messenger. We look now for an eter-
nal spring, and our anticipations of happi-
ness are brighter and purer than those of
our childhood, for it will be perfect,
changeless, and enduring forever.
VERONA.