The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-03-30


whole world as Frederick Bremen says. To
be sure, these bright, sunny days do make me
feel little impatient with brick and paving
stones. Now and then, there comes over me
yearning vision Of Mary Howit's wood-mouse,
eating his chestnut under the canopy of much
room; and wish that the world would give me
|as fair life-iease of food and shelter in the
green fields. But
aOut upon the calf say, @
Who turns his grumbling head away,
And quarrels with his feed of hay,
Because it is not clover.
Give to me the happy mind,
I hat will ever seek and find
Something good and something kind,
f. All the wide world over"
Why need,I sigh for green fields Does not
Broadway superabound with beauty? Forth
went into the sunshine. The doves were ca
reeriny abou, the liberty poles, shown the sill
yer lining of their breasts and wings to the
morning light. The little Canary birds sang SO
joyously, that one forgot, for the moment, that
they were confined. 10 cages Young girls went
out in the morning breeze, making the sidewalk
like hedge Of sweet pea blossoms. In the
magnificent stores Of Broadway, rich ribbons and
silks shone like parterre Of tulips in the Meth
erlands. Through the large windows, beautiful
candelabras gracefully held out their lily cups
Of frosted silver, and prismatic showers of cut
glass were upborne by Grecian sylphs, or knights
Of the middle ages, in golden arnor. often
gaze at the rich array, delighting in beauty for
its own sake. / look at them, as do at the
stars and the forests, without the slightest wish
to appropriate them, and with the feeling that
every human Ueing ougnI 10 ENJOY beautiful
creations of Art, as freely as the sunlight and
the star glory, which our Father gives to all
Thinking thus, came in sight of the Park
Founta n, leaping up joyously into the morning
air. The sun. climbing over the roofs, had just
touched it, and completely covered it with a
mantle Of rainbows. 1t was SO gloriously beau
aiful that involun,arily uttered 4 cry Of Joy
And this, thought |, is universal gift. Prisma-
tic chandeliers and flowers of frosted silver may
be shut up in princely saloons, guarded by sheriff
and police but what jeweer can produce any
thing SO superbly beautiful as this silvery spray,
and these glancing rainbows? For the laborer
returning from daily toll TO his narrow and
crowded home, here is wayside vision Of free
dom, of beauty, and Of JOY. Who can calculate
how much it cools and refreshes his fevered
and fettered soul Z There are those who IN
qure what was the use of expanding SO much
money for something to look at Alas for
them for they have no fountain OF beauty with
in the soul
Some speak disparagingly Of this superb jet
d eau, because there are no water-nymphs, or
marble urns They mistake the usual accesso-
Ties of fountain for the thing itself, as they do
not recognize man, unless he stands in stylish
coat. But for myself, like the simplicity OF
the greensward, and the water in its own una
dorDed gracefuIness. If must live in city,
the fountains alone would determine my cnolce
la favor of New York.
l fonnd the Battery unoccupied, save by child
rem, whom the weather made as merry as birds.
Every thing seemed moving to the verDal tune
Of 3sf E
II "Brirna banks are fresh and fair,
And Gretna woods are green
To one who was chasing her hoop, said,
smiling, You are nice little girl" She stop
ped, looked up in my face, SO rosy and happy,
exclaimed earnestly, /" And he is a nice little boy
too!" 1t was simple, child-like act, but it
brought warm gush into my heart. Blessings
on all unselfishness On all that leads us in
love to prefer one another. Here lies the secret
of universal harmony this is the diapason,
which would bring us all into tune Only by
losing our elves we fad ourselves. How
clearly does the divine voice with US proclaim
this, by the hymn of JOY it sing, whenever we
witness an unselfish thought. Blessings on that
loving little one She made the city seem
garlen to me- ssed my hand to her as |
turned off in quest of the Brooklyn ferry. The
sparkli waite swarmed with boats, some OF
which h taken big ship by the hand, and
we leading her out TO sea, as the pra'tle OF
childhood Of en- guides wisdom into the deepest
and broa lest thought.
\ A few moments of bounding, billowy motion,
and the ferry boat touched the Brooklyn pier
This place is a pleasant contrast to the swarming
hive Of New York for though laid out in streets,
and calling itself city, there are open spaces,
and breesy heights, and pasture land, and COWS.
On this excursion, saw, for the first time, the
new Unitarian Church. a pretty little Gothic
building of reddish brown Jersey stone. Har.
by, band Of Calvinists from New England, arr
building all edifce, to be called the Church of the
Pilgrims. ! trust it will prove worthy of IL
name, with few exceptions, such as shooting
indians, burning witches, prosecuting Baptists
&C. was not a little amused to see in Bennett's
Herald list Of the dishes to be served up here