The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1853-05-23
THE DAILY DISPATCH

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A SONG OF MAY.
IT,. Strings scented buds ali around me are swell
ing ,.,,l In
There are songs In the stream. there Ia health ID
the gale, NJ,
.senss OF delish, in each bosom Is dwelling,
Ash the pure day beams DER mountain 'AN
vale;
The dc sol ate reign of Old Winter lie broken
The yercure ia fresh upon every yes;
OF Es,ure's revival the charm, ana 80
CfIoye. GA thou spirit OF Beauty 10 'Ne0
,.....s eoytb fran the halls Of the morn'
And ss,be. the clouds thst begiri Ms carer,
ua-.ico,nss ,se gladuess aod glory, Fs.u'hlng
To rect on tas premise "n III ,hs balm breathing
He fills with rlca "&"'
n1ne. >, the zenith, aud laughs on the wave;
20 wakes io;o music the green lot re- oo~sFs,
Aud ei'ds the gay pia'ns "'SN 'A0 o'oa1 'A''''
lave.
Is bird il out on his delicate pinion-
IL r. y,n,,,i,y s-ils N the infinite sky
4. 1rseting TO May, ard her fairy dominion,
tJs pouTs music On the west-wiad fragrant sigh
a-1una above. there are peace and pleasure
The woodlands re s;nging-the heaven is bright;
,T7,s fields are unfolding their emerald treasure.
and mans genial spirit is soaring in light.
ass f,r nv weary aud care haunted bosom
Ths smells of the spring tin arouse 1t no more
,r,,, eng in the wild weods-the sheen OF the
Tho IRISH. yelling fourtain-their magic is O or ,
WIZ list 10 the strssms-when | lock on the
T,.x ,-,, Of the Past, with so mournful tone,
1h.t call up the throngs OF my long-Tanished
hours,
Ari siga tnat their transports are over and gor g.
From TIE wide-,preadng earth-fron the limi,less
heaven,
Their have vanished an eloquent glory and
CLEAN;
10 INV veto mind no more. is the influence given,
Which coloresn life with the hues al dream:
The bloom parple1 landscape its oveliness keep
eth
Ideen that light, as Of old, giids the waye
But the eye of my spirltin heaviness sleer eta,
Or sees but rny youth and the visicns il gave.
Yet it is not ths age on my yesis hath descended
,Tis not tnat its snow wreahs encircle my brow;
But the sness and sweetness OF being are enGed,
feelnot -hsir love Sindling witchery now!
Tie shadows Of Death Ger my path have been
There are hose WAC have loved me, debarred
from the day;
The green turf Is orighti Waere IN peace they
sleeping,
And on wings of remembrance my soul is away
!. Is shut t. the glow of this present existence
Il hears from the Past funeral strain;
Ard i, eagerly turns 70 the kighseeming distance
Where the ioss blooms OF earth will be garnered
Whereno miidew the soft, canask rose cheek shall
nnuli:a;
Where Gref bears no longer the poisonous sting
Where pitilsss DEATH no dark sceptre can flourish
Or stain vita hIs blight the luxurant spring.
IL is thus that tae hopes which to others are given
Fail cold on my heart in this itch month of May
| Lear the clear enthems that ring through the
heaven;
drink the bland airs that ealiven the day;
Aad if gentle Nature, her festival keeping,
JNrIio ,1,0tY nh Il n TOfo
Ger The lost and the lovely my spirit is weeping,
For my hearts fondest Taptures are buried with
them
A YANKEE SHoEMAKER.-'You hain't no
occasion for ier nor nothin, | spose, said
Ioliy son Of St. Crispn from the land OF wood
en- nulmegs, as he entered a shoe establishment
with his Kit nicely done up his apron
Wonder if | hain't,' WIS the reply OF the
boss. why | should like dozen if could
get 'em; bar what kind OF u shoe can you
maker
%, as the matter o. that said the snob,I
reckon how | can make decent sort ofcraft'
Spread your kit them said the boss. I'll
give you pair TO try, and ifyour work suits
me can give you a steady seat of work.
Crispin WAS soon hamm-ring and whistle.
ing away as happy rs clam at high water,
ana the boss was called away on some BUSH
ness which detained him two or three hours
meanwhile the uamping jer had produced a
thing which bore some faint resemblance to Il
shoe, and feeling somewhat ashamed of it hid
it in pile of leather chips that lay on the floor,
and proceeded to make another which he had
barely time TO finish when mis- employer EN-.
tered and began to examine il.
Look here mister, said he. 4 guess you
needn't make'the mate tojthis; it is the greatest
botch that ever was made in my shop, that's a
fact
'P'raps you'd like to bet trife on that
said the snob.
Bet responded the boss, 'why I'll bet ten
DOLLAR bill against hand OF tobacco, that there
was never shoe made in this shop half SO bad
as this
'Done,' said Crispn, at the same time cast
ing sly wink at his shopmates, but stop, let
me see ii I've SO much of the weed with me-
Oh, yes, here's whole hand of Cavendish,'
and laying it on the cutting board, he ven
tUred TO suggest the propfety Of having the
suet skin laid along side of it which was no
sooner done than he proceeded to draw from
its hiding lace the other shoe.
Here boss said he, you must decide the
bet: say which of the two shoes is the worst
well, guess I'm fairly sucked in this time, ,
replied the boss, pushing the Cavendish and
shinplaster towards the rightful owner, and
throwing a ninepence to the youngest appren.
tee. The boy needed no farther instruction
as 10 his duty, but was off in the twinkle of d
bed-posf, and soon returned with quart of
black strap. After all hands had sufficiently
Is,galed themselves, the shrewd Yankee put
his sticks to gether, and bidding the boss
He sry goodbye started again on tramp, very
wei Satisfied with the forenoon's work.
PA.r AND THE OYsTERs.-Pat, who had inst
been II anspanted, had been sent by his mas.
ter 10 purchase half bushel of oysters at the
quay, but was absent SO long that appreben.
sions were entertained for his safety. He re-
turned, at last, however, putting under his load
in the most m nsical style.
"Where have you beenl" exclaimed his mas
ter.
Where have been7 why, where should I
but TO fetch the oystersi"
And what in the name of ST. Patrick kept
you 80 long?"
Long! by my sowl, think have been
pretty quick considering all things"
considering what thingsl'
'Considering what lhngs9 why cops;de,;,n
the cutting of the fish, to be sure?''
Cutting what fish!''
What fshl Why, blur-an owns, the ~.
ters." VAC oys
'What do you mean"
"What do meant Why, mean ,bs,.s
was resting down torment the Picked Hsr,;nn