The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-07-16
From the Uniied States Gazette, Philadelphia.
JUNE.

June, the beautiful month of June has passed
away. Nothing of it is left to us. The frstlings
Of the summer time are gone, an offering to that
power, whose service has been most promoted in
sits continuance. How well it would be to in
quire what record is made above!
9 June has ceased to be, and custom makes the
rules that we should take some note of The vr-
tnes Of the departed. 1t is justice to the lowell
ness that has been. 1t is gratitude for what we
have enjoyed thereof We allow not friend or
companion to drop into the grave, without note
/ Of the recollection Of merits that supposes obi
Won Of errors. And what loss have we to endure
greater than that of time! And what of all the
divisions is valued for its means of delight as
June-the matured youth of the year--lhat time
when gaudy May has dropped her fowery deco
rations, and when the green earth mingles evil
dences of usefulness with her beauty, showing
that what seemed the delight of man was becom-
ing, and the month does become, the blessing and
. support of animal life.
The firstings of the field fruits, and of the gar
dens, are of June. Those delicacies that bring
back to our tastes the enjoyment of earlier life,
are gathered and consecrated to that month.
1t is month Of hopes and of fulflment May
comes with uncertain heat and sunshine, that
seem to start away at every breath Of the North
that blows forward cloud; and every flower that
presents ITSELF seems 10 shrink away in fear, least
its premature appearance should expose it to the
blast. But in June, they press forward to matu-
rity with the fruits above, and the grain around
Them and give earnest of benefit.
The beauties Of June are not diminished by
evidences of decay. The green field teens with
the bounty of the Lord Of the harvest but the
sickle has not yet been thrust in to mar the wa
wing honors, or deform the field with the sight of
unproductive stubble.
Where the scythe of the mower passes, the
new grass seems to be struggling upward, to re-
clothe the nakedness of the land, so that it is a
change, and not loss of verdure. The brown
ness of the early ripening heritage yields to the
fainter green, that darkens in the sunshine and
the heat, and acquires depth of color, it attains
height and maturity. r astf .a.
The ancients named June, for that deity of the
an, VINO was always ripe to produce, yet always
young. The thought was good, because it was
appropriate. We may dedicate and offer it to
shaI power that, pervading all space, makes the
snow piled hills Of January or the luxuriant fields
OF June, means OF our profit and his glory. And
this month, too, is the Clearly Offering of our nnr;
fcation; for it is perfect in ts production. with.
out the weakness or the dmness of age with.
ont spot or wrinkle, or any such thing.3
June has the cooling breezes of Nav. wi,bo,,
out their whitening and destroying influence. 1t
has the greenness Of youth, without its fruitless
immaturity and the perfection, OF field and garden
without An evidence Of decay. In all that makes
the year lovely, it is abundant; and the sosticia
glory of the sun ministers to its excellence, sc
that length Of days is in its right hand" Nee
in such a month for our remembrance !; and wher
il ID perfected as now, if its blossoms and it's
fruits are redolent with our virtues, meet is it or
! an offering, holocaust to Him, who accepteth
from MS a part of that all which he bes,ows.