New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-16

ing sheet OF green meadows and corn fields. Oh,
the JOY The lawns with their high eln!s and frs,
the green hedge rows, the delicate hue aud scent
OF the fresh clover fields the steep CLAY banks
where stopped to pick nosegavs Of wild flowers.
and became again child, and then recollected
my mother and walk with her on the river bank
toward the Red House. hurried on again. bue
could not be unhappy, while my eyes ranged free.
for the first time IN my life, over the chsckerad
squares of cultivation, over gitrering brooks and
hills quiyering in the green haze, while above
hung the sky arks pouring out their souls in nelo.
DIV And then, as the sun grew hot and the larks
dropped one by one into the growing corn. the
new delight of the blessed silence listened to
the stiffness for noise had been my native ele.
ment; had become in London quite unconscious
of the ceaseless roar OF the human sea- casting up
mire and dirt, And now, for the first time in my
life, the crushing, confusing hubbub had flowed
away, and left my brain calm and free. How
felt at that moment a capability of clear. bright
meditation which was rs new to me, as lbelieve
it would have been TO most Londoners in my po.
siton. | cannot help fancying that our unnatural
atmosphere of excitement, physical as well as
moral is to blame for very much OF the working
mems restlessuess and ierceness. As 1t was, /
felt that every step forwaru, every breath OF fresh
air gave me new life had gone fifteen miles
before | recollected that, for the first time tor
many months, had not coughed since | rose.
So on went, down the broad, bright road which
seemed to beckon me forward into the unknown
expanses OF human life.
The world was all before ne where 10 choose,
and l saw it both with my eyes and my magma
ton in the temper of boy broke loose from
school My heart kept holiday. | loved and
blessed the birds which fitted past me, and the
cows which lay dreaming on the sward. recot-
lect stopping with delight at a picturesque des
cent into the road, to watch nursery garden, tuH
of roses of every shade, from brilliant yellow TO
darkest purple; and as | wondered at the lnnu
merable variety OF beauties which mans art had
developed from few poor and wild species 1t
seemed to me the most delightful life on earth to
follow in such place the prim1val trade OF gar
dener Adam; to study the secrets OF the tower
world the laws of soil and climate; to create
new species, and gloat over the living fruit OF
one own science and perseverance. And then
| recollected the taiOrs shop, and the Charter,
and the starvation, and the oppression, winch l
had left behind, and ashamed of my own selfish
ness, went hurryins on again.
At last | came to Wood-the first real wood
that had ever seen; not mere party OF stately
park trees growing out OF smooth turL OUT rea'
wild CORDS tangled branches AMI gray stems tall
en- across each other; deep ragged underwoods
of shrubs, and great ferns like princes feathers,
and CAV beds oil flowers blue pink and yellow,
with butterflies fitting about them, and tralIers
that climbed and dangled from bough TO oough
"a poor commonplace bit of corpse, doresay, IN
the worlds eyes, but to me a fairy wilderness OF
beautiful forms, mysterious CLEANS and shadows,
teening with manifold life, AS | stood looking
wistiully over the gate alternately at the inviting
vista of the green embroidered path, and then at
the grim notice over my head all trcspassers
prosecuted young man came up the rae,
dressed in yelverteen jacket and leather CATERS,
sufficiently bedrabbed with mud. fishing ROD
and basket bespoke him some sort OF destroyer,
hat hn 81 n
man" After all, there is such thing AS looking
ike q gentleman. There are men whose Grass
no dirt or rags could hide, any more than they
could Ulysses. l have seen such men IN plenty
among workmen too; but, on the whole, the gen
tlemen-by whom do not mean just now the rich
have the superiority in that point. But not,
please God, forever. Give US the same air, water,
exercise, education, good society, and you Will
see whether this haggardness,' this coarse
ness &c. &c, for the list is too long to specify,
be al accident or property, OF the man OF the
people ,-,r
ture, curiosity COnquerlng pride.
Well! what do you want there my good tel
low
"To see what a wood is like never was in
one in my life.
Humph well-you may go in for that, and
welcome. Never was in wood in his life! poor
devil!
Thank you QuOtn l. ana slowly clall
bered over the gate. He put his hand careessy
on the top rail- waited over it like deer, and
then turned to stare Mt me.
"Hullo l say forgut-dont go far IN, or
ramble up and down. or you'll disturb the pleas.
ants.
thanked him again for what lisence he had
given me-went in, and lay down by the path
side.
Here, suppose, by the rules Of modern art,
a picturesque description of the wood should
follow but am the most incompetent person IN
the world, to write it. And, indeed, the whole
scene was so novel to me, that | had no tlme.to
analyze | could only enjoy recollect lying on
my face and lingering over the dellcately cut
leaves of the weeds, and wondering whether the
people who lived in the country, thought them as
wonderful or as beautiful as | did and then
recollected the thousands whom ! had left be.
hind who, like me, had never seen the face OF
Gods earth and the answer of the poor gamln IN
ST. Giless, who, when he was asked what the
country was answered, the yurd phere the gem
Aen,en Ire 1chen they go out Of torn. significant
that, and pathetic then wondered whether the
time would ever come. when society would be far
enough advanced, to open to even such as he
GLIMPSE if it were only once year, OF the fresh
clean face of Gods earth; and then | became
aware OF soft mysterious hum above me and
around me, and turned on my back to look whence
it proceeded, and saw the leaves, gold-gfeen
and transparent III the sunlight, qulverlng against
the deep nights Of the empyrean blue; and
hanging in the sunbeams that pierced the foliage,
thousand insects, like specks of fire, that poised
themselves motionless on thrilling wings, and
darted away and returned to hang mq'ioness
again aud i wondered what they eat, and whe'h
er they thought about any thing, and whether
they enjoyed the sunlight and then that brought
me back to the times when used to lie dream
ing in my crib on summer mornings, ana Nv, WasGh
AZ
ns and a ba agsn sia the thought
and s my mother and prayed for them3rot sad ',
m5ight all meet again some day and live happily
together perhaps in the country, where hs. could
write poems in and then Ty 1ss[es aDd my
a1 bqsy saep Which lasted an hour or more till
was awakened by the efforts of certain enter
prising great black and red ants, who were try