The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-12-03

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CHRISTMAS BROTHER JONATHAN. This immense
picture sh set, issued by Wilson & Co., New York
has just come to-hand. Its principal feature is a
well executed engraving of Santa Claus on Christ
mas eve, rewly designedby Chapman and which
occupies the entire first page The remaining out
side pages are filed with the usual variety of excel
ent wood cuts appropriate for the occasion. Among
the literary contents is the whole of the "courshiD
OF the Widow Wicks". The price of this splendid
Christmas Offering is only 10 l-2 cents per copy.
lMR. EDITOR. If you think the following article
worthy of publication, you will please insert it.
G.W.W.l
For the Voice of Freedom.
Reflections at sunset anonq the Mountains of
Nev England.
others may talk Of an Italian sunset, or sunset
on the plains of the East, or the glorious departure
OF the king of day behind the blue waves of the
ocean, but wish to behold no more glorious sight
than to watch the dark blue SUBMITS of the western
nils OF my own loved native state gradually roll
ing their Opaque bodies between me and wonder
bright luninary. What scene in nature can be more
beautiful than the rich variety of many colored
clouds, that float through the heavens of a bright
summer evening" embracing every variety of hue
comprised in the solar spectrum? Added to which.
observe the rich vermilion of the royal light himself
as he slowly disappears while his last departing rays
seem to nger as if reluctant to bid farewell even
for one short night to the dark green forests of our
native mountains. o! there is redundancy Of
beauty in such scene as this, that thrills the soul
Of one who is capable Of emotions of beauty aud
grandeur, with all extacy of delight that language
comes far short of expressing. But the pleasing SEN
Sations awakened by the communications ofthe eye,
are not the only beautiful features to be observed a.
mong the fruitful hills and prolific vales of our be-
loved land This is the time when labor finds res
plte; when tho sturdy sons Of toll cease from their
tasks. The merchant leaves bis desk and his coun-
ter, to enjoy the refreshment of the hour The me-
chsnic lays by his implements Of labor. The pro-
fessional withdraws from his study. The student
enjoys season Of relaxation. All classes of society
feel freedom of thought and action at this hour,
which belongs to no other land on which the sun
shines or sets. This is the time at which appear in
all their loneliness, the endearng associations of our
social relations. The family circle assemblies at this
hour; the kind husband meets the tender welcome
of the lovely and loving wife; the fond father is
greeted by the afectionate child; he caresses the
cherub boy and bestows his patesna kisses upon the
seraph girl. The noisy, laughing school-boy SUM
bers upon his fathers knee, and with childish ell
thusiasm recounts the wonderful adventures of the
day. The said maiden deals out her lessons of pru
lpncA IN the nd il do 4
pleasant-friends meet with friends it is the hour
for mutual congratulations. Every heart seems
cheercd and revived by the scene and its associa-
tons. The birds of the evening carroll their vesper
hymns in every grove, and myriads of delightful
sounds are poured forth from myriads of delightful
throats Tell me, We jewellers in other lands when
We take into consideration all the circumstances con-
nected with the setting of the sun in this land can
We boast Of anything as beautiful? 1t is true that
other lands may be surrounded by milder skies and
richer tint may be reflected on the evening heavens,
but it is not to these alone that man looks for beau
ty. There is a kind, soul-lightng beauty in the
ability to increase happiness, which our land pos
sesses in pre-emnent degree. If the suns declin-
ing light is reflected back by Alpine glaciers on the
vine-clad fields of classic Italy, it meets the defying
glance of murderous banditti. If it spends its melt
ing beauty on the stored plains of Palestine, none
behold it but the cruel Turk, or the miserable relic
OF the once proud and mighty, but long since fallen
and degraded Jew. If on the fowery gardens Of
Persia, its beauty is blindy worshiped, instead of
moving to deeds of virtue and goodness. If its last
rays gsten in all their radiant beauty on the eterna
SHOWS of Russia, the groan Of tho ser or the pathet-
ic lamentations of the exiled Pole strikes discord
in natures harmony. fits thrown back from the
bright Savannah's of the sunny South, the vail of
the bondman attends it. calling loudly for that SYM
pathy which shuts out every pleasant emotion lis
not thus with us, when the sun is concealed for q
season, and nature lights up her millions of lamps
through the nocturnal heavens. No enemy of his
race turks in ambush to destroy his fellow; no blind
idoator bows down in ignorant devotion before the
monarch of the spheres no serf or exile groans be-
meath the iron heal of dcspotism, and no slave min
giles his wall with the song of our sweet night
ingale But all are free to live, to act to think and
feel The eternal Businesses of our mountains spurn
the pure breezcs from our hills breathe
freedom; the intelligence of our people laughs at
the vagaries of superstition. The virtue of our cti
zens repudiates the idea of vice. The wisdom one
policy guarantees to us our rights. The Justice Of
our rulers secures us from fraud, and the upright
ness of our character renders US conented and hap
Ply.
Brandor Nou,, 1886.