Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1845-05-22

Wilson's own graphic verses to place him
before TIE reader?
| When winters cold tempests and SHOWS are no
/ more,
| Green mesdows and brown furtowed fields re.
appearing,
The fishermen hauling their shad to the shore,
/ Add cio0d-cessing geese TO the fields are a
steering;
when srst the lone butterfly fit. on the wing,
| When red grow the naples, fresh and so
pleasing
Oh. then comes the blue-brd. the herald Of spring
| Aud halls with bis wsrblings the charms OF the
season.
The loud piping f'ogs make the masshes to ring;
Then warm CLOVIS the sunshine, and warm grows
! the weather;
The blue wood and flowers just beginning TO spring
! Add spice wood and .sssatras budding together /;
Oh, hen to your gardens, ye housewives, repair,
| Your walks bnrder up, sow and plant at your
leisure;
| The blue bud will chant from his box such an air,
| That all your hard tolls will seem truly plea
sure;
| He ATS through the orchard be visits each tree
TIE red a ~eriag peach, and the apples sweet
| blossoms;
/
And .eixrs The csiiif- that Turk in their bosoms
He drsgs the vile Cub from the com it devours
The sorms from the webs where they riot and
| weiter;
/ His song aud bis services freely are oufsi
Aud all that he asks is, 10 summer shelter.
The ploughman is pleased when he CLEANS 10 his
| train,
Now searching the burrows, now mounting TO
cheer him;
The gard ner delights in hi. sweet, simple strain
And leans on his spade to survey and to hear
The lingering school-boys forget they'll be child.
While gazing intent, as be walbles before them,
In mantle o.: sky-bue, and bosom so red,
| That each little loiterer seems adore him.
The happiest bird of our spling. how
ever, and one that rivals the European
Lark, in my estimation, IS the Rbbinc0ln
or Bobink, as he is commonly called. -
tie arrives at that choice yorlion Of The
year, which, IN this latitude, answers TO
The DESCRIPTION OF the month Of May. so
often gwen by the poets. With US, it
begins bout the middle OF May aud Iasis
untll nearly the middle of June. Earlier
than this, winter is apt to return on its
traces, and to blight the opening beauties
OF the year; and later than this, beng
the parching and painting, and dlssolvlng
heats of summer. But in this genial in.
terva nature is in all her freshness and
fragrance 1.-The rains aye over and gone,
the howers appear upon the earth, the
lime OF the singing OF birds is come. and
the VOICE oil the turtle is heard in the land. "
The tres are now IN their fullest foliage
and brightest verdue; the woods are gay
with the clustered flowers OF the laurel
the air is perlumed by the sweet. briar
and the wild roses the meadows are en-
ameled with clover blossoms while the
young apple, the peach and the plum BE-.
gin 10 swell, AMI the cherry 10 glow
among the green leaves.
This is the chosen season Of revelry OF
the Boblnk. He comes amidst he pomp
and fragrance of the srasun HIS life
SEEMS all sensibiIty and enjoyment, al
song and sunshn NJ. He is to be fou d 10
the soft bosoms OF the freshest and sweet
est meadows; and IS most in song, when
the clover is in blossom. He pprches on
the topmost twig Of tree, or on some
Haunting weed, and as he rises and shks
with the breeze, pours forth succession
of lch t:nkling notes, crowdlng upon one
another, Ike the outpourlng melody o:
the sky lark, and possessing he same
rapturous character. Sometimes he pitch
es from the summit of tree, begins his
song as soon as he gets upon the wing,
and futtefs tremulous to the earth, as ii
overcome with ecslary at his own music.
Sometimes he is in pursuit Of his para
mour; always 10 full song, as if he would
win her by his melody, and always with
the same appearance Of Intoxlcatloa AID
delight.
or all the birds Of our groves and mea
dows, the BoOllnk was The envy Of my
boy hood He crossed my p,rh in tn
sw',ttst weather, and thu sweetest SEASON
IN the year, when al nature rallied To- the
fields, end he rural feeling throbbed iE
very bosom but VIII | lurk!ess utch-
IN, VAS omed f. be- me we'd up, during
trr lvr-loug day, in that purgatory OF
boyhond, school room Ii SEEMED As
# the Iuilr varl,t Knocked at me-, as he
fl'w by IN full song, and sought to tsunt
me with his happier lot Oh, now N
wed him No lessons, no tasks, no hate
lu school, nothing but Idly lroiir,
green tieds and fine ", ather. Had |
been teen more Vrrsed 10 poetry, might
have addressed him in the words OF Logan
to the cuckoo:
Sweet bird thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow IN thy tone,
No winter in thy year.
OH could fly, Id fly with thee;
We'd make joyful wing.
Our annual visit round the globe,
Companions of the spring.
Further observation and experience
have given me different idea Of this 1T
lie ieathered vouptuary, which ! will
venture to lmparl, for The benefit Of my
school boy readers, who may regard hun
with III same unqnahf envy and adm-
reton which | nc- INDUCED. | have
shown him only MS saw h m at first, n
"hai call the poetlcaI part Of his career,
when h., in a manner dew ted INNS II to