The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-07-05


On alien shorcS.'
"They sat them down upon the yellow sand
and thought of latlerland. OF wife and child, and
slave. But the spell is upon ihcm;-that ''island
home"
SIS far beyond the wavc;-wc will no longer
ROAM
"Thcrc is sweet music here, that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dcws on still waters, between walls
Or shadowy granite in cleaning pass
Music that scnller on the spirit lies
Than tired cyc-lids upon tired eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the
bissiul skies.
Here are cool moses deep;
And through the moss the iyies creep,
And in the stream The lnng-leaytd flowers weep,
And from the crasgy ledge the peoples hang in
sleep"
The drcarlncss Of the past, its continual trout
BILE, sorrow, and unrest contrasts with the soolh-
in" solness of the dreamy present. and rcb"Iing
against their doom Of cra>,lcSS tell, there >rcm-
eth s.no iov but calm Doth not the folded
leaf "grow green and broad and tax" no care ?"
tho mellow summcr-Swcetcncd apple drop in
the silent autumn night !--thc simplest flower
toillcssly olive It's allotted length oldays!n Loaf
fruit, and flower, have rest.
GAN things have rest, and ripen towards the
grave
In silence, ripcn. fall and cease.
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dream
iul ease
The affections ofothcr wears. the las, embraces
of their wives, and their warm tears at parting,
are still dear in memory. But the spirit OF
change hath surely wrought confusion in that
IL 10 isio rt -. In, l.
''ther household hcarhs arc coll;" their SIG
inherit them. their very looks were strange. and
why should they return! Long labor would it
be TO .'sctle order once acain;'
:'Sorc task TO hearts worn out with many wars,
And eyes grown dim with eazing On the pilot
stars
s'But proppcd on bells ofamaranth and molly.
How sweet (while warm airs luil Us, blowing
lowIyD
With hall-droppcd eyclidS still,
Beneath heaven dark aud holy,
10 watch the long, blight river, drawing slowly
His waters from the purple hill
To hear the dewy echoes calling
From cave to cave through the thick-lwincd
vine;
To hear the cmcrald-colorrd water falling
Through many woven acanIhuS wreath di-
vinc
Only toheor and the far-oIs sparkling brine
Only to hear were sweet, stretched cut be-
meath the pine"
And theirs shall be that chosen destiny. so TO
live on eyer,--hcaring each Others whispered
speech eating Of the lotus day by day, removed
from human sympathrs and sutlcings,, scare
less of mankind" like those mighty gods
sThat lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are
hurled
Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds
are lightly curled
Round their golden houses, sirdcd with the
cleaning word.'
July was so called by Marc Antony. in honor
of Julius Cesar, who was born in this month,
and who deserved the compliment of having it
named him;-thc Improvement Of the calender
being counted among his .'betlcr deeds of arnhi-
ton" According TO the old mode Of reckoning,
this was the fifth month instead of the seventh,
ana was dCnumlna,cd ''luinliliS."
Our Saxon iOrcathcrs. from :hc principal en-
ploymrnt of the reason, in simple and appropvi-
ate phrase,
s.Did full rightly call
This month of July Hay. month when all
The vcrdurc of the lull-clothcd fields we NOW,
And turn, and rake, and carry off; and so
We build it up in large and solid mows,
lilt be good, as everybody knows,
To make hay while the sun shines we should
choose
Right time for all things, and no time abuse"
There is no work heavier or more latigncing
than the gathering in ofthe hay harvest, which
must necessarily be attended TO during the hot
test days oil summer. In place of the brisk ac-
tlvlty that generally distinguishes rural Cccupa-
tons, we have the following truthful description
OF the languid weurincss with which hay making
is performed:
''Thc swnked mower sleeps
The weary maid lalscs tcebly; the warm swain
Pitches his load reluctant; the faint steer,
Lashing his sides, draws sulkily along
The slow encountered vain in midday hcat.o
During this month we have an abundant var-
city OF flowers, many new ones now first bloom
ing, but some Of our carly iavoriles, for whole
year, have passed away. Roses of various hucs
are still luXurant.
Roses,
Beautiful each but different all;
One with that pure but crimson flush.
That marks a maiden's first love blusL;-
One,
Pale as the snow of the funeral stone,
Another, rich as the damask dye
Ola monarchs purple drapcry,
And one hath leaves like the leaves of cold
Worked on that drapery's purple fold.'
fall the floral siscrhood, the rose should be
counted most 'hnnanly acccplivc," even for its
manifold properties Of contributing TO the enjoy
ment of the senses. tnrvallcd in perfection off
form or color, with velvc1y leaves soft to an in
fant's touch, shedding round n rarcncss ofper-
fume in its hour olglUrious beauty, there is vet
the added charm that in the ''dcw distilled" from
lis scattered leaves, ii may dclcalcly minister to
the taste, and impart
"All the sweetness Of summer, when summer is |
gone"
Lovely and welcome cvcr,--lhc countless bios
SONS that make the clad feast OF the vale off
Cashmere, the single rose OF carly spring-linc,
that blooming
- ''In her loncncss,
And the laircr for that oneness"
or, the last rose inautumn, lingering on, when
$50 flower Of It's kindred, |
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