Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1848-05-25

delicate miniature of the very lady in question,
who sat all unconscious that we also med,aled
The same employment. In the still quiet of
,ha, shaded room, there was, perhaps, not the
usual animation lighting up her features. To
see Grace Greenwood, she must be engaged in
pleasant conversation, for then her dark eyes
flash, deep flush suffuses her clear brunette
complexion, the small crimson mouth quivers
with emotion, and your beau ideal is before you
Her forehead is broad, and fully developed /;
her hair. usually "put up in some wild way"
is dark and luslrous her form, rather above
than below the usual height, gives scarcely an
idea of the muscular strength which can curb
a fiery sliced with strong mastery. She has
The English accomplishment, Of fine horseman-
ship, and we hope that many of our ladies will
follow her example, seeking health and pleasure
in what she describes with SO much spirit:
A Morning Ride.
When troubled in spirit, when weary oflife,
When faint meath its burdens, and shrink from
fits strfe,-
When its fruits turned to ashes are mocking my
taste,
And its fairest scene seems but desolate waste
Then come We not near me my sad heart to cheer
With friendships soft accents, of sympathy tear;
No counsel ask, and no pity need,
But bring me, oh, bring me, my gallant young steed!
With his high arched neck and his nostrl spread
wide,
His oyo fill of fro ond bic Ston full Of Drido
AS spring 10 his back, as seize the strong rein,
The strength of my spirit returneth again!
The bonds are all broken which fettered my mind,
And my cares borne away on the wings ofthe wind!
Ny pride lift its head, for season bowed down,
And the queen ofmy nature now puts on her CROWN
Now we're off! like the winds, to the plains whence
they came,
And the rapture of motion is thrilling nv frame.
On, on speeds my courser, scarce printing the sod,
Scarce crushing q daisy to mark where he trod.
On, on, like deer, when the hounds early bay
Awakes the wild echoes, away and away!
Still faster, still farther he leaps at my cheer,
Till the rush of the startled air whrrs in my ear
Now long clear riyulet Iieth my track,
See his sglancing hoof tossing the white pebbles
back;
Now glen dark as midnight-what matter-we'll
down, ,,,
Though shadows are round US, and rocks DER us
frown,-
The thick branches shake, as we're hurrying
through,
And deck us with spangles Of silvery dew!
What wild thought of triumph, that this girlish
hand,
Such steed in the might ofhis strength may COM
mand
What glorious creature! All, glance at him now,
AS check him awhile on this green hillock's
brow,
How he tosses his name, with shrll, joyous neigh
And paws the firm earth in his proud stately play
Hurrah, off again, dashing on, as in ire,
Till the long flinty pathway is flashing with fire
Ho, ditch shall we pausss No, the bold leap
we dare,
Like a swift winged arrow we rush through the
air.
Oh! not all the pleasure that poets may praise,
Not the 'wildering waltz in the bathrooms blaze
MOI the chivalrous ioust, nor the daring race
Nor the swift regatta, nor merry chase
Nor the sail high heaving waters o'er,-
Nor the rural dance on the moonlight shore,
Can the wild and fearless joy exceed,
Of fearless leap on fiery steed.
The subjoined poem excels not less in tender
ness, than the first in spirit.