Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-03-15
WHOLE NO. l75.
BIZ REQUEST.
a Sketch founded on Scri2swrx.

Upon a tropical and parching day, when old
Hours was pouring down stream of efful.
gent and golden light, upon the vale beneath:
changing the emerald and jazel fields to topaz
and ruby ripeness !; the cat,le-the hocks and
herds, upon the rising hills. stood motionless,
IN scattered groupes, as magnetized by the
quivering air; andthe sole symptoms Of vital
ity they disclosed, was ever and anon, point
ing their breathing nostrils towards tho moist.
ened, cool, and eiyifying roots, that meandes.
ed at their feet! The blue sea above, like
molten silver, seemed TO have lost it's anima-
sion--like man. whose pulse had lost iis throb.
bings, and the blood its fow! s.sis
II was at this time, a luie-like truman voice
was waited by the chords Of sound, upon the
ETHEREAL and gentle zephyrs, in soothing and
me'iiluons accents. thus: " Haste thee, my
child. thy father is an atheists" then lovely
woman drew from chrystal and ambrOsial
well. the pe!ncial and reviving drops, beneath
the foliage Of tree. She stood, 10 contem.
pla,ion sweet, Of the rich benevolence and
goodness of her Maker, elaiing her tender
heart, with joy unspeakabe and full Of glory
She thrice bestowed her choicest blessings sp-
on her sons head, then sent him forth. Cheer.
fully and lighlsomely he went, his lilly, VEL
vet hands pressed firm and close the stony
pitcher, and his aabaster feet, unclothed and
naked. made him trip with caution, over the
peaceful vale, wherein the gentle lambs are
wont 10 Craze upon the newborn grass! The
youth thus kept his course, beguiiing its length
with his ariless thoughts, of innocence and
love, until he reached his destination, in the
wilderness of sheaves; his parian, marble for
head, Of radiant polish. oozing ont sweet dew
his cheeks Of vermil bush-his lips parted
asunder, as the rose-fower leaves, and Cupid
slipping in ambush their grateful nectar. A
slight pulsaion moved his tempted locks, and
unmolesed by the Silly breeze, he sat his bur
then down!
Dame nature is always wayward in child,
and SO the youth did not prolong his visit, in
the shade and moving shadow Of a tree; but
FASTENED on with gladsomeness to Industry
In binding together some tiny sheaves with
fancied plaiis, made Of the golden straw, his
fellow laborers were en,iced 10 much forget
fulness, by the mirth and wnsomeness of tho
boy, when suddenly he ceased &c utter, and his
twinkling star-it eyes were seen no more 10
roam in spirit free--the arbour blueness Of
their lids became transparent with the rightly
Of pain-his little hand embraced his fore
head-his chest was painting with a latent sob,
till fein, murmur ushered out. and then he
fesl backwaf,, ~ asa'fsusscd a'as frp.1 y d.
heveled sheaf, with animation quite euspend.
ed. And in this state, they bore him TO his
mothers care; she placed him on her lap, and
he lay there until meridian day, and death as
sumed his shape! The anxious mother count
ed every breath and held her chilly hand up
on his cooling forehead, and gazed, ard gazed
in steadfasiness upon his lapidescent eyes. as
they were partly closed in lisilessness. Then
she would chase back his silken hair, and kiss
his coral lips. sculptured with fine delicacy-
with Apollo's skill !; and rail- ed his form unto
her snowy bosom, till heart would swell it out
with bursting hope, beholding bis beauty so
unlike decay--then she would lend her quick
ening ear to catch the melody and odour of his
breatl,--so still how beautiful he looks---'tis
soft sleer-he is not dead.
IDMoN.