The Empire County argus. [volume] (Coloma, El Dorado County, Cal.) 1853-1857, 1853-12-17
COLOMA, EL DORADO COUNTY, CAL. SATURDAY MORNING DE

TWILIGHT IN THE VILACE.--How softly falls
twilight in the village! The woods are crowned
with red, and the hills fade from crimson to purple
holy radiance shines in the blue transparency of
the skies. The birds twitter bits of song as they
fold their plumage for rest One star, out betimes
to light evening through its cloud-path trembles at
its cwn beauty, mirrored in the placid river In
peace the sun is sinking behind the hills. Peace
is written ON field, flower and leaf. Peace seems
falling from heaven like the dew that sinks in the
heart of the earth. The low hum of human voices
is rather the melody of silence than its disturber
Down the hilly, winding road comes the loaded
vain. High-perched in the midst of the fragrant
hay-mound, sits yellow haired child tricky as
spritc, oat-plume in his brimlcss hat bunch of
gaudy burs in his hand. All life will weave thee
some crown of thorns my boy, even more rapidly
more surely, than thou thy field treasures thou
canst not throw it by like those.
Black Pomp frisks by his masters side as he
guides the numbering oxen. The old man is tired
And who will say what unwrtten poetry swells his
tance. Sure of welcome happy rustic he No
city spcndor for himbut large shares of heart and
home.
In hundred kitchens the snowy cloth is spread
On hundred hearths the boiling kettle bubbles its
merry music. Out 90 mothers to gather in the
struggling children from garden and hillside
How the berries have stained thcm-lip, check
will do the same to omorrow. From hillside streams
come the elder boys, their hands full Of tiny fish,
and little girls haste from their mimic gardens
leaving their broken twigs to shoot into trees, as
they fondly hope,
Ncghbor halls ncighbor, as he shakes the dust
from his shoes, and lifts the latch from his gate
driving before him to their shelter crowd of hens
and chickens. Hero and there white headed pa
triot puts lingcringly from his sight his avorite
newspaper folds the old horn-rmmed spectacles
away in case, worn like himself. and hobbies in
at the call Of supper. Yonder, where spectre
hand, white as death, folds back the muslin curtain
the poor consumptive the cool sweet breath of
evening" as it comes with stars in its crown Of re-
joiciSg.
Now, on the stiffness floats the secret song
Childish ringlets are crushed between dmplcd hand
and check grey locks soften with their slycry out
lines and horny palms Heads are bent rcycrently,
and through the solemn hush up to the angels who
minister in the good homes, waited simple pray
ers and they bear them to the Father. Now cur
tains are ungathcred and shutters locked. but be-
tween crack and crevce beam out their yellow rays
from the sick room-from the students chamber
from the kitchen, rich only in ceanlincss-come
those little ministers oflight. And they stream out
out over the white fences oycr the brown hedges,
clear through to the waters brink And there,
clustering about the silver wake Of the moon they
dance and glitter till the rustic bridge frghcn-
them away with its shadow--tl departing days
drowsy glance melts into sleep and twilight is end
ed.--Oiire Bronch.