The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1849-03-13
From sas,sin's Union Magazine for March.
THE MERON IN IRELAND.
yrBY WILLIAM nowlrT.


TnR tpoorlnnd was wide, level and black
Jtwbs. black as night, If you could suppose
night condensed on the surface of the. cath,
aud that you could troad on solid darkne S..
IN the midst Of day Yet the day iiself'was
fast wearing away, ftr il was, a November
day, dTeary and gloomy at The Lest, but now
fast dropping into night. For milcs around
il was ore monoionous wasie, treeless and
houseiess as FAR as YOU conld discern. Al
"a distance you could ldescry, though the
wild and fnggy atmosphere, tho outline OF
mountains apparently MS bare and stony as
was ihis wilderness which they bounded,
max, Of lie, ,and Of al! ,yfgcta.ion axcepl
shc heather which clad with It's gloomy
fssxs,costsho slfiveEiag landscapsss There
werc no fields, no hedgeIows, no marks Of
fkc hand of man, exccptthe nake,lnoss iii
seIfwhseh was the work ofsman in pas, ages,
xkeu peficd afer period, had trampcd over
the sccue wi,ls.Rre and sword; and left what
could moi fiy before him, either nshcs to
anusc the savage winds, or stems of trees,
and cafcascs ol men trodden into the swampy
earth. rSoli,udinem faciunt, 7accm appel
anti said the old Roman historian. They
had done il here-,hey had made rnof,
absolute solitude, and called il peace. Tha,
they hsd done it; that il was the work of
inen and no, Of nature, any one spot of this
hurc and bowling wilderness could testify
ifyou would only turn up its sable surface.
In it's bosom lay thousands of ancient oaks,
black too rs ebouy, aud piues that by their
gigantic bulk told, that Tor ages must the
forests on this 500, have been rs grand as
the scene was now bleak. Nobler things
than trees, lay buried there, but for III.
most part, ,hey were resolved into the sub
stance Of the inky earth. The dwelling o 1
men had lef, no traces, for ihey were en-
sireIy of earth. aud wood, aud ,hatcl. tha,
were consumed in the flames, and the hearts
tAai loved, and suffered, and persisted there
beneath ,ie hand of violence and insult.
were no longer human hearts, bu, dust, ,ba,
for generations had boen CRYING to God
sesi,sst oppression. If a man Ind been car.
RED blindiold 10 tho, place, and had been
ssked. or the restoration of freedom TO his
ores. where he was, no would without any
cius bu. thc, scene before him, hsve said---in
Ireland. -ia
There is no heath like an Irish heath
Where Nature has horseif spread the ex-
panse of solitude, il is cheerful solitude.
The very air flows over il lovingly; the very
fowers nod and dance in pladness: the very
soil brsathes up species Of wild fragrance,
that communicates buoyant sensation to
the heart. You feel that YOU tread on
ground whore the peace of God, and not of
man, has sojomncd. Where the sun has
shono on creatures sporting, whether on
ground or ON tree, as the Divine Goodness
of tho Universe meant them. Where the
hunter has alone disturbed the enjoyment of
the lower animals by his own boisterous 10Y.
Whore the traveller has sung as he wen,
over it, because lie felt, he knew not why,
spring Of music in his breast. Where the
weary wayfarer has sat beneath bush and
blest God. for he could not help il. though
his limbs ached with travel, and the town
vas far off. In Gods deserts dwells glad
ness-bu, in mans deserts there is doath.-
A melancholy smites YOU as you enter them.
Thore is a darkness from the past that en-
yclopes your heart, and the means. and siphs,
and curses of once, aye, perhaps, ien.,iines
done misery, seem still 10 live in tho very
winds.
Il was All I,ish moor, then, shat this No
yember day was durkeuinp over. The
lis margin, and on island-ke expanscs tha,
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