New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-03-28
From the Boston Courier.
LETTER FROM NETWORK.
BY L. MARIA CHILD.

nv soul, like sap IN the tees' ie'i 'iie s,
desire of dancing with i, the "hoe "o n a.
Freder;ka Bremen says. TO be sure, these oTlght,
sunny DAYS do make me feel little impatient
with brick and paving stones. Now and then,
there comes syer me yearmng VISION OIL MARY
Howitt's wood mouse, eating his chestnut unGer
the CANOPY # d mushroom; and | wish that the
world would give me as fair life lease offood ana
shelter in the green fields But
"Out upon the calf say, .,,x..-
Who turns his grumbllng, h "a, Ss AVA
And quarrels with his feed oil nay
Because il IS not ci ouT,,5
G CIV, t, eli Te sy ;af ,e saRp and find
S la = IN good and something KIND
a II The wide world over
WI, need sigh for green fields Does not
p.,.d1av superabound with beauty Forth
n,snt into the sunshine. The doves were career
inc about the hberty polls, showing the silver I'm
mo Of their breasts and wings to the morning
l;ght. The little Canary birds sang SO joyously,
that one forgot, for the moment, that they were
confined in 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 silk. shone
like parterre of tulips in the Netherlands
Through the large windows, beautiful Candida
bras gracefully he'd out their hly-cups OF frosted
silver ana prs matte showers of cut glass were up
borne by Grecisn sylphs, or knights of the middle
ages. in golden armor. I often gaze at the rlch
array, dehghting in beauty for its own sah he. L
look at them, as do at the stars and the forests
without the slightest wish to appropriate tleni,
and with the feeling that every human beng onght
to eniov beautiful creations OF Art, as freely as
the sunlight and the star-glory, which our Father
gives to all.
L., ipfo tba
air. The sun, climbing over the roofs, had Just
touched it, and completely covered it with
mantle of rainbows 1t was so gorously beau
tiful, that involuntarly uttered cry Of joy
And this, thought I, is universal gift. Prlsna-
tic chandeliers and flowers of frosted silver may
be shut up in princey saloons, guarded by sheriff
and police but what ieweler 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 crowd
ed home, here is a wayside vision of freedom of
beauty, and of Joy. Who can calculate how
much it cools and refreshes his fevered and fet-
tered soul I? There are those who inquire what
was the use of expanding SO much money for
something to look at? Alas for them! for they
have no fountain of beauty within the SOU.
Some speak disparagingly of this superb jet
Geau, because there are no water-nymphs, or
marble urns They mistake the usual accesso-
ries 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 It's own unadorncd
gracefulness. If | must live IN city, the toun-
fains alone would determine my choice in favor
of New ork
found the Battery unoccuPied save by child
rem, whom the weather made merry as BIRDS
Every thing seemed moving to the vernal tune of
B xas d ssas; woods a5e s se and s4at as
To one who was chasing her hoe, said,
smiling. "You are a nice little girl" She
stopped, looked up in my face, SOLO and happy,
and LAYING her hand on her brother shoulder
exclaimed earnestly, "And he is nice Little boy,
toon It was simple, child-lhe act but 1t
brought a warm gush into my heart. Blessings
on all unselishness! On all that leads us in
love to prefer one another. Here hes the secret
of universal harmony; this is The dldpason,
which would bring us all into tune. Only by
losing ourselves can we find ourselves. How
clearly does the divine voice within us proclaim
this. by the hymn of Joy it sings, whenever we
witness an unselfsh thought. Blessings on that
loving little one! She made the city seem gar
den TO me- kissed my hand to her, as turned
off in quest of the Brooklyn ferry. The spark
ling waters swarmed with boats, some of which
had taken big ship by the hand, and were lead
ING her out to sea, as the prattle of childhood
often guides wisdom into the deepest and broad
est thought.
A few moments Of bounding, billowy motion,
and the ferry-boat touched the Brooklyn pier
This place is pleasant contrast to the swarmlng
hive of New York; for though laid out IN streets,
and calling itself a city, there are open spaces,
and breezy nights, and pasture land, and cows
On this excursion, saw, for the first time, the
new Unitarian Church, pretty little Gothic
building, of reddish brown Jersey stone Hard
by, band of Cavinists, from New England, are
building an edice, to be called the Church of the
Pilgrims trust it will prove worthy of its
name, with few exceptions, such as shooting
Indians, burning witches, prosecuting Baptists,
&C. I was not little amused to see in Ben
nett's Herald list of the dishes to be served up
here by the New England Society at the ami
versary of the Landing of our Forefathers !;
among which, conspicuous place was assigned
to "hung Quaker, and roasted nun" If he had
added smoked Abohtionists, he would not have
hit very WIDE OF the mark, as | can testify. Pos
terity will rank all these things together, in its
estimate of civil and religious freedom.
In greenhouse at Brooklyn, found teach
or, who said more to me than sermons often do
1t was luxuriant rhododendron, covered with
blossoms When some one, in passing, shook it
roughly,it scattered shower Of honey dew from
its roseats cups, and Immediately began to fill its
chaEces anew with transparent ambrosia For a
few days past, had been little vexed with the
world for its rude thoughtlessness; but | took
lesson of the rhododendron, to shower sweetness
on hands that disturbed me, and to fill anew with
pure honey-d drops the chalices of my inward
thought.
From this floral preacher, passed to the Cath
olic Church-an unostentatious structure for the
accommodation of the sons of Erin. There was
school in the basement, and wonderful stories
had gone abroad CONCERNING one Of the Little OH.