The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1841-04-03
From Shot Sermons, by "Dow, Jr.n]

SPRINa-My dear friends, let US congratulate
one another that the old-hearted tyrant Winter
has been turned out Of Office, and is now slum-
bering in retirement among the icebergs of the
North. His was severe reign, truly His
measures were altogether too destructive to the
interests Of the North, and too favorable towards
those Of the South He took too heavy respon
sibilities on his own shoulders, and therefore
Frustrated business hatter than hammered six
pence. He put stop to all our inland naviga-
tion-leyied grinding tax upon the poor-bured
the prosperity Of the country beneath the SHOWS
OF usurpation, and created banks after banks to
but most of them have been run upon so often
that they are now trodden down, if not wholly
annhilated forever.
My friends--setting aside all politics, whether
seasonable or unreasonable let us rejoice tina,
warmer, milder, and SUMMER days are beginning
TO peep through the wind-tattered curtain Of
March, and that we shall soon get smell al
some such odours as delighted the olfactories
OF our first parents, as they sat weaving love-
knots in the gay bowers of Eden, or picking the
violets that surrounded the cradle of new -born
Spring Nature, though comparatively dormant,
is not yet dead. Every day exhibits new symp-
toms Of returning animation and you will soon
see her habited in new frock of green, and
with the young buds Of promise wreathed in her
ringlets.
Ht Infant DiOSSOtHss that ltdu TIE YEAR,
will shortly rear their tiny heads upon the velvet
lawns, and laugh for JOY at the glad prospect be-
fore them. The little birds, too, will come and
cheer US with their enlivening carollings; and eve
ry CROCHET quaver, semlquaver, and demi-semi-
quaver in unwritten music of nature will be run
over by these ieathered choristers ofheaven with
the exactness of pocket organ. Soon the
earth, which has lately been sepuchre for the
dead, will be converted into a garden OF life and
ministry Damasl ehoIi
ter's barren grave, and green garands hang upon
every eahess Dough.
My friends--only mark the difference between
the natural and the animal world While the
earth enjoys an annual renovation, and crowns
herself every spring with the blooming chapet
Of youth, man, fra man, is Fastening 10 decay.
No vernal morn sheds its freshness over the au-
tumnal landscape Of life-no balmy breezes can
blow youthful vigor into the superannuated sys-
TEN of age. When the physical tree sheds its
verdurc, and the limbs become sapless and old
II hourishes no more-and when the vegetation
OF the Uranium is dried and withered in the De-
cember OF time, II can never sprout again till the
soil is watered and enriched by the April show
ers of Immortality. Yes, my friends, decay is
written upon, the foreheads of you all, as plainly
as the heading 10 theatre bill and you should
consider yourselves particularly favored by a
merciiul Providence that you are permitted to
behold the opening If another spring. For my
part ! roll up my eyes in wonder, and thus col
loqulze with my own mysterious self:-Can it be
possible that am again TO enjoy the May days
OF another year9 how many times more will
Spring spread her mantle bslw me and my
grave how many times more will yond sod
clothe itself in green, before il shall be upton by
the sections spade, and planted upon my clay
cold bosom Such questions as these you all
ought 10 ask yourselves, as well as |, and live as
though II were the last spring with which you
are ever TO be favored in this changing sphere.
Because every thing around you seems lively,
cheerful and young, don't be deceived into the
idea that The sands in the hour-gass Of Time
have ceased 10 run--ihat you can linger upon
lite's howery banks forever-and that YOU are
now as near the dark portal Of the tomb as YOU
Will be when another year rolls round. All my
fends, you are all marching. with double
quick step, toward, the battlefi Id of death and
wnen you and | shall have split ourselves upon
the ground, the Earth will still be in her teens,
and the sweet la 81 Spring will trip il over our
graves with as lghtsome step as when she first
came dancing into the world with garands gath
cred in the gardens of heaven.-M Y. Sunday
Mercury,