The primitive Republican. (Columbus, Miss.) 18??-1852, 1851-06-05

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that read It al THAT beautiful period Of life,
but eau recall thc weird-like enchantment,
with which, he followed Christian, from the
hour Of his breaking out with { la1nentable
Ecry, saying what must I DO to thatof his
entrance in at the gate" Of the Celestial
City, amid tue harpings Of the crowned
ones, and the singing of great multitude2
Well do We remember how often, during the
weeks, IN which we wero spelling through il
I'VE read it ccry early in life-after the
sweet goodnight" from the lips of that
prrest and best Of beings, who watched our
infancy, would we huddle up in our little
sleeping snuggery, and see through the silent
darkness, pictures Of the Wicket Gate, +" the
Hill of Difficulty, the Lions, and Of Doubt
ling Castle with its Giant Despair! And
then as we trudged homeward from the old
forest school-house, hand-in-hand, with dear
sister, not quite two years our senior, how We
talked in our own simplcway, about the won
ders Of Vanity Fair, the beautiful sunshine,
in which the SUBMITS Of the Delectable noun
tains, were bathed, and the good Shepherds,
who after having shown Christian wonders, .
gave him, distant view of the city, from
the top Of Hill called Clear" and sent
him on his way singing! All sweet were
the revelhngs of those hours of wonderful
revelation TO US, it was a yeritable history
then. 10 usitis a most life-like picture nor.
Often do We, at this period, wander with the
Tinker Of Elestow, in his dreamings, and
feel, as we journey by his side, as though he
were painting our own lifo-as if he were
causing to pass before Us, panorama of our
past souI-pilgrimage.
Wehave fancy-it must be faney-about
boolreadiug, which however unique, or at
uibutablo to habit, or within, or whatsoever
else some sober people quite better than we
are no doubt, may please to call it, is the
source of real pleasure to US. 1t has respect
to the places, and circumstances, under which
We read books Sometimes, and for the full
appreciation Of some books, We prefer stove
warmed room, the blinds closed, the curtains
down, with just light enough to see the page,
and to make out the sense of the author
At other times, and with other books, most
delightful is it, to sit down by the warmth Of
the same stove, and with a comfortably loose
gown and slippers on, half dream and half
read over page, lulled meanwhile, by the
signing Of the fire in It's atoye-prison, and by
the pattering Of ram drops, on the shingles,
and against the window panes 4 decidedly
comfortable situation is it also, upon spring
morning, to sit in a room with high ceiling
large windows, thrown open upon a terrace
Of nice s,noothc pebbles, cooled by a fountain,
and bcau5ificd by geraniums, and rcad-poe-
hy. Not the trues5 poetry, or that which
to Us, is ruest but charming lyrics, gypsy
ballads, and Esonnets," addressed to fair
eyebrows If one wishes however, to cal
culato with Kcplar, to philosophize with Ba-
con, tomoraIize with Seneca, or literally to
sweat under the ,corh, of hard thinking, he
had better shut out the pebbled terrace, with
its fountains and flowers, and forgetting the
high ceiling, falling raindrops, and imprison-
ed frc-fame, get at it, and stay at it. At
what? Why study-thought of course.
There arc however, many tooks-books
that contain thoughts, produce thoughts, and
feed thoughts too, that to read and appreciate
which, we want a seat in some dark woodland,
beneath the intcrlacing of boughs that have
swayed to the storms Of an hundred winters,
and grown green under the gentle touch Of
as many springs. Then with the sound Of
the weird wind, as It wanders amid green
branches, and the dancing sunbeams, shower
ed at our feet, through the waving canopy
above US, We can hear the surges of an ever
lasting nature" as they sweep through tic
soul.
Other books are there still, which We love
to read upon the hillside, where the forest
growth is younger, and where the violet lifts
its modest head beside the young oak that is
entering upon his majority. Wewould have
around US, on such occasions, the growing
grass, blooming flowers, singing birds, and
the gentle murmur of waterfall, or the low
chant of wandering brook Let no one
call US romantic God has made us, with a
deep love for these things, and we cannot
help it. Thankful are We for It; and thank.
full too are We, when we can find nature
that harmonizos with these irrepressible out
goings Of our own, and can wander with thai
one, amid the grand utterances of a creation
full Of beauty and grandeur and feel, wha
the full soul, can ne'er express, yet cannot
all conceal"
The past week has been one of delicious
and profitable reading to US. We have spen
a portion Of each day of it in the woods, tina
skirt our little city, with God, and nature
and Bunyan, for our companions striving
while resting beneath the shade Of trees, AM
within sound Of that saddest, yet to me
sweetest of all forest music, the soft an,
soul-like" whisperings, that steal forth from
the tops Of pine trees, torecall the incident
/. Of our own christian pilgrimage, and to com
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