Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1852-02-12
From an Occasional Correspondent.
WAsnIsorON, D. c., Jan. II, 1852.


Grated by the press, in Congress, and even
in the pulpit, may account for its cheapness.
But, cheap as it may be, it is no contdmpti-
bic article, and like the air we breathe or
the water we drink (Which, you know, are
chiefly composed of gases,) is essential to
public life and health. l know you will toll
crate little ofmy gas, though cannot claim
for it the properties of light, heat, or the
power to extinguish either--being neither as
potent as oxygen to inaame, or as nitrogen
to suppress flame. 1t is crude sort of gas
} which my brain has been generating for
some years past,
This Isl great country"-and still grow
ing. This every body admits But the re-
mark is applied to our own part of the habi-
table globe, and has reference mainly to its
population, without including other parts of
the globe inhabited by man, beast, fish or
fowl; or (Which shall be the burden of my
remark, } the "great globe ITSELF" Chimeri-
cal as it may seem to the practical man, who
is content to make the most Of things with
out an inquiry into the nature of their exis-
tence, it may nevertheless be true that this
little ball, thrown from the hand of the AL
mighty, and revolving in space by the laws
Of cohesion and attraction, is and has been
growing since the dawn of its creation
though imperceptible to observation. Geol-
ogy will prove that the earth has been form
ed by regular strata--layer upon layer
Chemistry, or a solution of the gases and
their oxyds, will show how matter is con-
tinually transmitted, if not increased in both.
Thus, the oxygen of the atmosphere, and of
water, continually forming carbon, which is
seen in the many forms of wood, coal, earth,
stone, metal, animals and vegetables. In
deed, man himself is an epitome of all--of
each ingredient that have named. And
I every thing grows-nothing comes into be-
ing full grown.
Now, by the analogy of nature, that eve
ry thing grows, and upon the hypothesis
that the vast region of space beyond the at
mosphere which surrounds our world to the
depth of forty or fifty miles, is devoted to
the generation of the gases composing this
atmospheric is no violent conclusion that
these gases are continually drawn upon
for the growth Of our globe, being seen in
the various earthly substances under and
around us, which seem TO have been added
since the first creation man being the last
thing made. will leave This skeleton view
OF the subject to some Of your learned Doc
! tors in the Glasgow Lyceum, or 10 Miss
s-----,a school teacher in the Grand River
Country, who made publication last sum-
mer in friend Darlington's Chronicle, in
which she advanced the idea that the vast
ocean would ultimately be ploughed by OK
Ell and horscs-turning up the fertile earth
as the gaeat ships now plough the billowy
deep!
Now, for something for your bachelor eye,
which philosophers may read or not, as they
please. ! hope the 'rigid righteous" will
not be too severe on one whose fault it is to
Glove too fondly" the better half Of Gods
creation. But, like Tantalus, the son Of
Jupiter, he has never tasted the sweet wa
tiers which flow beneath him, or the rich
fruit which hang, almost within his grasp
In another sphere, where angels love, he
hopes for that freedom denied him here
Some future poet-editor may collect the sto.
ries Of his life and publish them as the
"Amours of Tan.alus."
Igave you a glimpse of Washington lif,
as seen on Pennsylvania Avenue. vii
now invite You to some of the quiet homes
where lovely woman tolls with her needl,
for scanty subsistence, and where, alas
.'she finds too late that men betray." Their,
is one, whom have often seen by the LAM
with her busy needle, whose fine form an,
face, and more, whose fine wit and sparkling
black eyes, would touch even your bachelo
heart. | have some times tried to beguil
the tedious hours, but she was more en-
crossed with he work than with my words
The following attempt at verse she laughe
at; and said could go TO the wild woods, O
anywhere l pleased:
Twill away to the woods, Mary
To the wild woods free
To Gull from the green, Mary,
Sweet flowers for thee.
In the lonely vale, Mary,
The fair lily grows
And, all unseen, Mary,
1t modestly blows.
In the wild woods, Mary,
The red bird builds her nest,
And sweety sings, Mary,