The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-10-29
THE DAILY DISPATCH
MR.. WEBSTER ON THE MORNING,

The following beautiful letter, from the pen
OF Mr. Webster, was written to friend some
years ago. 1t will be read with much in,eresr
not only Tor its intrinsic beauties but a nu,eIv
literary production:
RICHMOND, Va.,3
"5 o'clock, A. NJ, April %, IS47.
"My Dear Friend:-Whether it be favor or
habits OF rising. From the hour marked at the
top of the page, you will naturally conclude
that my companions are not now engaging my
attention, as we have not calculated on being
early travellers to-day.
This city has a pleasant seat 1t is high;
the james river runs below II, and when
went out, an hour ago, nothing was heard but
the roar OF the Falls. The air is tranquil and
its temperature mild. Ii is morning, and a
morning sweet, and fresh, and delightful
Every body knows the morning in lis meta
phorlcal sense, applied TO so many occasions.
The health, strength and beauty of early years
lead US to call that period the morning of life
vi lovely young woman we say she is bright
as the morning., and no one doubts why Lu-
cifer ls called 'son of the morning.
But the morning itself, few people, inhab-
itants ofcities, know anything about. Among
all our good people, not one in a thousand
sees the sun rise once q year. They know
nothing. of the morning. Their idea of it
is, that it is that part of the day which
comes long after cup of coffee and beef
steak or a piece OF toast. With them, morn
ing is not a new issuing of light, a new
bursting forth of the sun. new waking up OF
all that has life from a sort of temporary death
to behold again the works OF God, the heavens
and the earth; it is only part of the domestic
day belonging to reading newspapers, an
swering notes, sending the children to school,
and giving orders for dinner. The first streak
OF light, the earliest purpling of the East,
which the lark springs up to greet, and the
deeper and deeper coloring into orange and
red, till at length the glorious sun is seen, re
gent of the day'-ihis they never enjoy, for
they never see it.
Beautiful descriptions Of the morning
abound IN all languages, they are the stron gest
perhaps in the East, where the sun is often an
object Of worship.
'the wings of the morning. This is highly
poetical and beautiful. The wings of the
morning are the beams of the rising SUM-
Rays OF light are wings. 1t is thus said that
the sun OF righteousness shall arise with heal
ing in his WINGS rising sun that shall
scatter life, health and joy Throughout the
universe.
"NiIton has fine descriptions of morning,
but not SO many as Shakespeare, from whose
writings pages of the most beautiful imagery,
all founded on the glory of morning, might be
filed.
81 never thought that Adam had much the
advantage OF US from having seen the world
while it was new.
~Fhe manifestations Of the power Of God
like His mercies, are new every morning. and
fresh every moment.
I'VE see as fine risings of the sun as ever
Adam saw, and lis risincs are rs much n mira.
Gle now as they were in his day, and | think
good deal more, because i, is now part Of
the miracle, that for thousands and thousands
OF years he has come to his appointed time
without the variation of millionth part of a
second. Adam could not tell how this might
be. knew the morning-I am acquainted
with il, and love it. l love it fresh and swee,
as 1t is-a daily new creation, breaking forth
and calling all thar have life and breath and
being, to new alteration, new enjoyments, and
new gratitude.