Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1853-04-19
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NfeHT.
Night The pulse Of tIe. great citv liiss Sin
The echo of hurrying feet his LONG. since died
away. The maiden dreams Of her lover. The
Vile, of her absent husband; thesieI, Of health;
the captive of freedom. Softly falls the moon
light on those quiet dwellings vet under those
roofs are hearts that are throbbing and bre.lllr-
ing with misery too helpless for Tears forms
bent before their time with crushing sorrow !:
llps that never smile save when some mocking
cream comes 70 render the morrow waking
tentold more bitter There, on a mothers iaith-
Iql breast, calm and beautiful, lies the holv
brow cf infancy OH eould It but pass away
tlesss. ere the bow Of promise has ceased to span
rs fusslre ere that serenest SKY lie Sarkened
With lowering clouds--efe that loyinr heart
shall feel the death-pang of despair.
here too, sits Remofse clothed In u,ir5lei
and iine linen sthe worm that never seiiefh q
hld IN rs shining folds There, fhe wearvi
watcher By tile couch 81 pain, the duh ticking
81 tile clock strilSing 70 the heart nameless
terror. y th straining eye It's hours are cor.lt
sed with nervous hand the 6Tadc that BRINGS
no .heallngs Is held to the pallid ip.iG q ia5s
ne measured tre:sd ef tlie watchman. rs he
oassss his round tie distant ram of the
coach; peFehanee the disi6intef fragment az )
song from bacchtnialian lips alone brealsss the
solemn stiffness. At such an hour ser;oIis
Thoughts, ike unbidden guests, rush In. I,;fe
appears like the dream It IS. Eternity. theyva- i
kings and, inYoluntarily, the most careless eve
looks mp Rpealingly to Elm by whom the
hairs OF our head are. all numbered. 3 $
Blessed night Wrap thy, dark mantle
round T, these weary earthly pilgrims. Over
them aiis the = Eye that never slunberethn
keepeth its dreless watch. Never flatterine.
SIGH escapes a human breast unhearG BY that
Pltyinga ear. Never an urspoken prayer for
help that finds not its pitying response in the
bosom Of Infinite a mercy FANNY FEuS.
45F.ig ts,tssss.s THE GARDEN. srs
The last. number of BIackwood contains =
capital article with the above title. and the
season is one in which those who delight. in
this pleasant pashme begin to look around the
garden. 1t is not .unbecoming in one of the
best2wrlters who adorns the pages of the mapa-
zine to say that he feels his affections gradually
concentrating on his garden, for if divine Wis
dom placed the perfect man in a garden to
dress and keep it, the place and duty must
have been diyineiy congenial with the exercises
OF an unciouded reason and an undeprayed
heart The love of mans priineyal calinS
seems yet to linger fondly in the bosom of the
exiled race; 'boyhooCl and the succeeding period
of immature manhood with their turnultuarv
passions and noisy pleasures, show themselves
alien to the tranquil delights of the garden:
but years that bring the philosophic mind
and that chasten humanity with their ,flilden-
ing influence, conduct the belated pilgrim back
to the garden, and teach him there to find
pleasures serene and unalloyed.
rH
we often wonder why so many who have
around them spare piece of our mother earth.
and neglect TO adorn it with the flowers and
plants which will shed upon them, in the sum
mer time, an incense breathing morn.'-
There is nothing which tends. more to throw
around home, however humble it may be, an
aT of elegance and taste, and to give the resi-
dents real refinement, than the cultivation of a
garden. it is a school in which none are TAUGHT
the vices of the world, and we cannot question
but that many are kept purc, amid the tolls and
temptations of life, by the calm enjoyment of
horticultural pleasures. We trust that those
on'the outskirts ofour town, who possess the ne
cessary plot Of ground, viii adopt this cheap
method OF ornamenting their houses 1t is not
all who boast of fine residences or costly ft1rni-
ture, but these is not home, however humble.
which cannot be decorated BY those natural at
fractions which bloom alike In the -parcen of
the rich and poor
As the spring opens upon us, let many who
have almost forgotten their early hours, wheii
they raInbled through fields fragrant with per
fune recall, by the culture Of flowers and plants
the earlier and better periods of life. Let them
shed around their homes the sacredginfuence
of natural beauty, and deck the room devoted to
family union, with flowers which charm and
soften the erfing orsthe tempted. No one can
tell how much happier one can 20 forth from
sucllsa home than from one of wretched and
squallid poverty, in which no form Of beauty
enters. The hours devoted to the garden viii
not be lost The pleasure thus gained viii last
when the wintry winds have withered up even
main breath of fragrance and a form Of beau
ty, which the first glance Of spfing can waken
ihto life