The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-05-24

w 'iC S'uHlt are NtelRliE alive With Inem. AS
yet We have not heard their voices, but undoubt-
eddy the woods will soon be vocal with their
music.
1oon and Country.--Both town and country as
places Of residence have their advocates; men and
women too, there are who are ultrasts on each
side ofthe question. The countryman condemns
the crowded. dusty streets, the ccasclcss din, the
compressed atmosphere Of the city, while the
townsman with equal zeal talks ofihc monotony
and dullness Of country life. A few days Of
cunning AMI fishing, and he longs for the care.
the hurry, the strife, the gaycty and amusement,
ofhis city home.
In our little village, however, thetwo extremes
oflite arc met; the rational gayetics of the city
and the quiet retirement Of the country. \ few
minutes walk and you may see farmers busy at
their noble toll can hear the brooklet gurgling
over its pebbly bed, the birds chattering among
the trees: can gather flowers upon the hillside
and valley; while those who care not much for
bir's, OF brood s, Or flowers; who love not Nature
unless the dame put on her darkest lruwn, can
gallop in an hour to where the torrent PUSHES
madly down, and huge grey rocks upift their
messy heads. There they can plunge into the
hamts Of the Storm-sririt and sshold converse"
of which half the world has no idea. There
while the cataract roars and fuams u, his feet,
and high rocks and higher trees shut out all of
art man learns to feel himself an alom-discov-
crs his ins significance.
In our town we have society scarcely surpass-
Ell in intelligence md refinement By the cxclu-
sivc cotcrics of the largest cities--anusemcnt
enough to divert the mind without satating-
and religious and social advantages sufficient 10
satisfy any one with reasonable desires. Large
cities are close beside us---the Injuries Of for
eisn climes are at our command, and we breath
the fresh air from hill and river.
The Hum Of Industry.-Sitting quietly in our
Office few mornings ago, the hum of the bel
lows at Mr.. Heckendorn's foundry, came loom
ing from "The Hollow" and woke a general
train Of reflections on the effects Of mans indus
try. In the still night all is as silent as death:
at the dawn Of the morning sounds, one BY one,
break On the ear, until, before the noonday, the
air in the city and town is filled with universal
hum--the great voice Of labor The hammer;
the saw; the plane; the rumble Of wheels; the
CHATTER CT the mill; close by our car, the click OF
the typc-all speaking Of the arts and achieve
ments ofman. And then We look around at the
result Of all this !abor-the vast cities with their
towers, palaces, monuments the nayes Of the
seas and rivers, the broad fields, and the unpre-
tending fences, which unnoticel as they are, cost
more than all the habitations Of nen-all attest
the mighty results ofhuman industry.
But we started with the hum of the foundry.
II is fine sight when it is in blast TO see the
molten metal, poured into the moulds and trans
formed into shapes ofbcauty and usefulness. sIs
this where you cast things" said a green look
ing boy from the country to one ofthc workmen,
Il few days ago. s'Ycs' Scan you cast ANYTHING
you choose" so yes, anything at ALL" swell,
let's see you cast shadow"