The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1842-06-14
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PATENT SERMON.

Il. which can DO Jus' Inv b'o"",
4 tO~", ho wood and long Withdrawing vale,
AGan mony tint of tender green are dressed,
10 ma, hS Young leaves unfolding scarce conceal
n Where VIZ ;heir early shade tho half formed nest
pAe%a" ~ woodlark and the primrose pale,
OIhNSgnn;sh cowslip, wildly scattered round,
n @% h"r sweet spirits to tho signing gale
n S wa with all lis budding beauties
~ ~. r,oro among u.s. Its had pretty tough
.,ori, in getting foothod this year. 1t has ad
UD' and retrea,ed, time after time like a wea~
u. shuttle but it is here now in prime order,
Win, The green palm Of victory over the silent
.,o orWinter, where he must lie TIL the resur
s'i,o ,umpot of Boreas calls him forth again
:. ,ho mean time the lovely virgin Spring comes
.r,o m from the sunny south in her breezy char
',I.,wo nv team of spangled winged Sylphs,
.;,h che folders with rose leaves and waters with
,,c,, She aIights from her airy carringe, and
~, IN and down the Broadway ofcrcation, sha.
l1, butterflies from her robes and filling the whole
,mosOhere with such perfumes as can only be pur
.h,.od q, the apothecary Of Nature. She feels &c
r,OOa as Lucer with her new green slippers,green
s.L and ureen chapeau ,ornamented with vioiets,
bO,eruns and daises which the delicate fingers OF
her miIHner Flora have wrought. She cuts great
SWELL my friends she sticks clear out of the corr
uos-every one falls in love with her, and she
n lsvs the coquette with every body and tho conse
oucnce is that she never gets married. She flrts
,Toy the days of her yonth-lsughs at the hours
slhey pass by, and triAes with the moments be-
cause they are small. She soon vcrges into ripen-
ID womanhood-erows more sedate and shows
4 Une signs of repentance. She no longer wishes
y pbe known as the tickle dam sci Spring, and so
\ as herself Summer: changes her dress for still
4 plder one, sticks a new feather in her cap, and
B Mres to shady bower, where she sits tanning her
4 nf mpae ntiy waiting for somebody TO come and
WOO Enough come to WOO, but none TO wed, for
q hsb getting past her prime; all her blooming
i charms are beginning to fade--her raven locks are
n W&@gray, and she is fast falling into what the
~ Gssan the yellow leaf She is now old
4 mud Alumni, with jaundiced countenauce, pur-
&under the eyes, and leather like look round
be mouth She finally goes out into fields 10, die
1 Ike an old horse, while crow from the pine top,
2hyadlrge to her memory Such, my hearers,
The personal narrative Of Spring. don't know
\ Why ills am so apt to personify every Thing; but
natures of all shapes and forms are continually
hem as they appear. The wind to me has a form
md substance --there is ditty in every breeze
o stones trees brooks and rivers, all have tongues
every little flower whispers language that nm
amlnnd | build houses for airy nothing coop up
i tho hours, and sometimes catch minutes in my
hot, talk to things nanim ate as well as to ami
mate and not unirequently blow up the moon
J when matters don't go right. But let me begin
Gew sa&H s44 eg so r5ff
My dear Giends-if tbers ever is time when
~shOud feel happy, gay and irolicsome, it is in
mild, gentle, far, beautiful, bamy, lovely SPRING
when the fields, hills, woods, and groves arc wea
4 'hgthemselves mantles OF every varied tint OF
= green; when the young buds swell beneath the ge
aal showers Of May, the same asour hearts oasht
@swel beneath the gentle dews Of heavenly mer-
4 V'"hen vegetation is jumping into joyful exls-
"Nee at the music ofmyrIads Of little birds that
MARBLE forth their melodies just natural as Pock
"organ; when the doors Of the north arc closed,
anu The windows of the south are opened, to ven
"a'e Inc great paflor Of the universe when every
"SHns blossom gives its sweet spirit to the breeze
1"u '"e warm sun looks down from It's high Eden
"'''e upon lovely Paradise below. Yes, my
'"uS' Then is the time for MORALS TO feel happy
'O"'e9ted for spring whispers peace and
"V"'hent TO all; it speaks OF a renovation Of de
''u Joy, and tells us what the dull winter of life
,I '' W broken and vanish when the sun of immor
I'y Shall shine over the equinox of the grave.--
~. ,AO"s US that the earth is just as good as new
~ "V"e me worse for the wear and tear of mum
,sSS oy'gone ages through which it has rolled
~ "o' spoke has been broken from the wheel
'D're'not Inch pin gone-not screw loose
~, peg missing, with the exception of the los
s '' VINO was kicked out Of entity by one OF thu
G h.! "eeds of Phebus when they ran away will
0D.i rp'' cart, and came near knocking the under
4sag out from the whole universe. O.my hear
b~p"ng is the very shadow Of a brighter ant
"' world than this. You whose stomachs have
n,, ';'0me too foul by eating the c,nde apples o
a s1'y' know how to enjoy it, and may feel tina
,v., sre taste of that bIlssfu soup which is to be
Oh, ,o, Up Tor you by and by. But iryou feel JOY
ASH "aPpy here for only few short months, a
nbs p only think what that happiness must be
sby vo ou",'0ued through all eternity Eternity
'''0u don't consider the m Gaming Of that wore