Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-03-10

NUMBER ONE.

Wnen the war horse champed MS DiI III
esgerness for the field, waiting for his armed
rider; when the tramp of knights was heard
and their plumed helmets waved on high
and when the fairest danes Of that time
were held in cloissers and nunneries, afraid
to show their fair faces, for fear of the licen-
tious court t; and when anarchy and the
power of mis- ht held supreme sway; and when
mans passions were allowed to run un-
brid'ed; and when to be born without
wealth was to be q slave. 1t is not in the
time of war, when the field is covered with
carnage, and the roar of battle is heard over
all beside. 1t is not in the fair land of Italy,
where the sky is ever blue, and where the
sun shines upon land of beauty, but classic
ruins of proud temples now decayed; of
broken columns and pillars, which are mere
ly the record of greatness which was, but is
not
But in land of greatness we lay our
narrative, where peace exists and where all
is freedom aud equality. No throned mon
archs grind the people to the dust, nor
banble crowns gild the brows of Natures
noblemen. But free and happy live the
people of this glorious land of liberty. 1t
was in this same land where all the com.
bined yeauties Of Europe are found and
where an unendless sea Of glory exists.
On mountain which runs for nearly a
hundred miles, dividing two of the States of
New England, and which has long been
famed for the grandeur of its scenery, a
young man stood one bright Autumn morn
ing. adn,iring the scene which lay extended
before him. A long vale lay beneath, dot
ted with a few stray villages, and to the
east might be perceived the rural Gene
terry. Under an old tree that had stood for
century, a few simple slabs marked the
graves Of the nioneers who had founded the
village. Still beyond, the Hudson river
rolled in simple quietness, and wound its
serpentine course through the vale towards
the mother ocean. And then the blue noun
tains lowered up beyond into the mists Of
heaven, and all its sides were covered with
trees, whose foliage, now tinted with the
green, and gold, and yet this changeful
beauty, like the hectic flush upon the
maiden's cheek, was but symbolical of
death. 1t was glorious scene. The sky
above, all thick with black, heavy clouds,
doomed dark over head But as there is no
sorrow without CLEAN of joy, even so the
sun stole down in the distance beyond.
shedding a ray of heavenly brightness on
the deep vale
lie stood and mused Could sorrow be |
in the world, when there was SO much of |
Paradisian beauty around.
1t seemed as if once more the garden had |
been created for human abode. Never had |
he felt such noble thoughts rise within him,
as now when he beheld this magnificent
work Of nature.
Behind him soon came romping sweet
girl, whose laugh rung through the air
joyous peal she was bright creation, with
her waving curls hanging down her fair
alabaster shoulders, light blue eye that
looked the very poetry of heaven, cheeks
rather pale but fair, and lips like twin
cherries, that sparkled with the dew thereon;
and form as light and graceful as the |
fawn. She stood beside him; they were
unknown to each other, yet the beauty Of
the scene drew them unconscious!y together,