The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-07-05
LIFE OF NAN AND OF THE YEAR.
ny HENRIETTA A. BRADY.

ny HENRIETTA A. BRADY.
"Now comes July, and with his iervid noon
Tnsincws labor
The blandncss of June, with its lingering.
sprin"-likc zcrhyrS, deepen; into still, oppres-
siv" heat; and as the long, warm DAYS of July
draw near, we endure, if we may not enjoy, the
fell Glory Of the s.glown" SKINNER sun There
arralwayS pretty pictures presented To the mind S
eye, in the different cmpl@ymculS that make up
the varieties Of country lIi",---a delight in be-
holding picturesque groups, even if the health
fu exercises that creates them be moi participate
ed in. But in July, the mere thought Of wit
Messing the operations of labor in any form is
h,Iensomc. Only as Il season of lrpose, of
luEurous lniolcncc, can it offer any charms TO
the imagination. And this mastery inactivity,
that makes up in fancy the lazy sum of felicity.
is aSScnlrl 10 by the sober voice Of reason as Il
not unwisc choice.
1t is pleasant, on these summer afternoons,
''Whcn woods are green,
And winds are soft and low,
To Ii" ainii some sylvan scene.
Where, the long dfoopin. bougls between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and yu.'
For company we need none better than book
well suited to the time, calculated To interest
Perhaps book is the best companion possible
for sHrh occasions; We may there clean the
thoughts oIanothcr without being called 10 the
cXcrtion ut' communicating our own; lift crows
tirC>oui", or an invitation to halmy sleep be not
made in vain, we can throw it by Sa..S Cere,nonic,
and nay commence again at the place we left
oil, without apology or explanation for the lapse
orlWcen. Surely, during the summer, there
were no apologies or explanations even dreamed
ofin Utopia. What waste ollimc and breath,
anI cncrgy, is expended on such like sold con-
ventonS of our false humanity" What mental
reservations and moral dcyiaions rendered ne
ceSsary by the want OF little understood good
faith!
The old aiage, that 'sbad company is better
than nonc," will only be admitted by shallow
patcd triherS,-the very sort of folks that to
many constitute the kind of company comprc-
hended in the phrase. But if it be difficult TO
bear courtcouSly with the tcdiousncss of cum
idcaed'' people at other seasons, in July the in
Fiction should be especially avoided. There is
no fear Of Loneliness in ':syivan scenes" to those
who love TO hearken to the sweet nurmur of
''Birds in woodland bowers,
Voices in lonely dclls,
Streams, to the listening hours,
Talk in earth silent cell>,'
repoSc to be expected to talk as well aS liS,cn
Some congcnial spirit might be found, that could
rightly appreciate the abandonment to the gentle
influences ofthc hour, and be quietly content
with the privilege Of doing nothing, without the
slightest miSglviugS as to the time being well
spent, and without rcStlcsslv contrlvng more
active divcrSion;-who could share the enjoy
mcnl, yet interrupt not the soft serenity ottlmc
and place. But these chosen ones are SO rarely
found, 50 often
s'By conflicting powers
Forbidden here tomcet,"
that the risk Of being frctted by the presence of
another more than equals the chance of being
suUlhcd.
"Lcavc--ifthou would'st be lonely
Leave Nature for the crowd;
Seek there for one--one only
With kindred mind endowed.
There, as with nature erSt
Closely thon wouldSt commune,
Thesdcrp soul-music, nurscd
In either heart, attunc.
Heart wearied thou wilt own
Vainly that phantom wooed,
That thou at last hast known
What is true solitude''
Fairy Palaces and Castles Of Incidence abound
in dreams OF the dominons ofthc goddess Ease,
to whom this month of s.fcrvid noons'' should
certainly have been dedicated; but, however
HrlalIy built, they, with all their requirements
for luxury and repose, in being constructed, speak
ofthc necessity for shelter, for providing as it
were a-alnst the chance OF change. But in the
land oi'rcst--lhc charmed 'sous Iand' that
dawncd upon the vision ithc weary mariners.
tired of ever ''climbing up the climbing wave"
the land where it seemed always afternoon,
where all things seemed the same.--no tcnc-
mcn's were required, no artificial architecture
visible.
"Ihcy saw the cleaning rider seward flow
From The inner land; far off, three mountain
Three silent pinnacles oragcd snow
Stood sunset flushed; and, dewed with showcrv
drops,
Up clomb the shadowy vine above the woven
copse.'
And while
''rhc charmed sunset fingered low adown
In the red wcst,''
and they gazed wondcrngy upon the scene
around them,
ssWilh faces pale
Dark faces, pale against that rosy fame,
The melancholy, mild-eyed lotus camc,''