New-York daily tribune., 1854-07-15
1N 1xER1cAN WOMAN IN PsaIs..No xxx

pane Wednesday, June e. 1854.
~. .n~a The pout yera again on tho loih Of jane
~ ADV .s,npe. G, the right Of the Champ de Mare
,e ,spsrcted from the rrt OF the 'mrncrse ned ton's
were there but the aspect wss no: wholly military
C.oue, VIII lyeres country csrss and city eitsdnes
s,ea 70 Give TO their the esoymen, Of shis exh
h;,; Mos,ed -guaris at the entrance stood inn
,,oh;e like the eculpiurr equestrian sts,aes the
bridge.
Az tic crowd is confresses between shem, and ssr
,sns are reduced 10 inches zee ltslc bu, heads
rather sbpgs that hesas put in. H had ever in
tended TO write a Histoy OF Hesss and How they
House them" would give it Up in despair. With
out ssyng wors about the whereabouts Of Women's
"own swees wills, c,uld cite taaie bare hosds, and
heads in ecssoncaps AMI wooden c~ps and in thousand
ether sors OF Things cal hats lst of which
voud be a. lepg a the funrcs for sl the smokc and
all the css q ell hr AID mind, whid ever tow
cred toward the sk5.
80 with .s preface as long funnel, which we have
decided 70 be longest thhg in the word LEI US pass
under this arch Of triumph Though it fc only tenre-
rsYy one the rrcria eagle, with ouspead WINGS over
tops il, 1t tie arch Of he triumph Of art and labor
that all the worh and We passing under IL the
triumph Of labor thet to celebrate. Labor
Hero OF the Nineteenth Century who goes forth conquer
ing and to Sonquer who strides the earth with
pufs OF sten, and whispers with the hghnings breath
from land to land; who stretches h hollow rods ecross
stream and marsh and they become dry land who waves
his wand and fairy palaces spring into light; who taps his
finger ans egons Of inventions mount their guard who
Gale the roll Of the universe and its great workmen re-
,pond, Here-here-here"
Inventions of today rive the mysteries Of Nicholas
Famel Luckily for these Of labor their lives are
fallen in the pleasant places Of the present the fate Of
former maeicians would have befsllen them
What would the middle ages have adudged to him who
proposed 10 cross the Atlantic in ten days, to write
from London ST. Petersburg and receive an answer all
in ten minutes Nothing but thorough boiling could
have extracted the demonacs from such diabolca pre-
sumptons.
Now Alchemy occupations gone. Now, instead OF
metaphysckng the secret principles of the universe mod
ern invention seeks to tame every scape-graee element
and to harness him the Of progress Now the bor
ing of mountains the linking of lands the building Of
ships the reapng of grain the growing of fruit the pre-
serving of vegetables, the making Of fishes, the mixing
Of Juenne soup take the place of watching the stars and
seeking for the philosophers stone.
Asrology too has followed his friend and brother into
exile His profanc curiosity drove him from the tent Of
night No longer do the tell the secrets Of our
destiny No longer do they at the call of newborn
babes or set at nupa feass listen TO the epithaia
miums Of princes or swains Now, their long black
walls train from earth to sky, and like Turkish ladies
only their eyes left to twinke-eyes dmned be-
side the midnight lamp of mathematics weared by the
wnkng of poor mariners out of danger The music of the
spheres is forgotten in work, work. the song
Of the Star The rhymes Of gravtation now their
sole diversion, which they repeat slowly and lowly
from Soils set till morning light and then they hie to the
harem of the dawn. There while they work, they
der at the wonders Of the Sum- who when they out
Of sight takes liking to the ikenesses Of EARTH to whom
faithful sl Grand Turk to his hidden ladies, he prom
ises anything but daguerreoypes of his starry wives.
But nous rerroas. Even Suans fidelity may not be
inalEble and judging from the past, the future
fuse nothing.
En- attendant art flies weeping before this uggernaut of
painting and poetry wrecked on{the rocks of civza
ton. Sunlight chasing shadow must give up his gambols
on poets shores The game done. He has caught her.
and hung her up for sae not to the devoutest lover
highest bidder, but to any father Of Random who
can sord to pay tariff of much per square inch for
her choicest parts.
Not only are the and stars bribed to human in
terest, but the moon once proud queen of night now
stoops from her empyean hight TO rock the cradle of the
deep. Endymion's chaste mistress, who for ages
"wept worlds of light for love of him" now
opens her sanctuary to the telescopes vulgar
gaze. Now Diana, instead Of chasing with the
shooting stars in the parks Of heaven not at
standing guide-board to the milk y-way at holding
Guner's chain from morals to immensity. Apollo, up
betmes, frghts Pheba from her ocean bath. No longer
dare she ngcr stlesy its mirror to curl her cloudy
pOWucr tneul Win mSt 10 cOnnne tnem nere
and there upon her brow with diamond No. The
moon work. Alas poor moon-she is moon struck.
Is che mad at loss lack Of lovers Yes, poor mad
moon. Now che coifs herself with horns on which mon
hang dilemmas and the weahcrporters their water-pais
which che in fantasy tips hther and hher best BELTS
the mood she is in.
The lightning too, like Pegasus, has been brought into
the traces. Instead Of swapping of seeples scrapng his
matches on church towers, breaking, untimey, into
houses he let's himself down from the clouds by chain
and once here he soberly puts Franklins hat and
Mones coat and panaloons and like right smart Yam
kec, turns Secretary Of State
Clap your hands ye princes and powers Of the elc-
ments and ye small children, born of head-work and
handwok rejoice and be glad that We live since the DAYS
Of Nicholas Flannel
Congratulate you dear Jonathan that you have risen
from corporal to captain Of these engineers of civiza
ton; but herebyis your responsibility heightened to guide
well the destiny of nations You grown so tall and stout
and wtha meesome, that your little friend scarcely
daes climb upon your provoke your scowlnr gr
by pulling at your musaches mperial-or to push
back your Jovian locks to whisper in you ear But
love you, Jonathan and want to tell you something
Put your hand my eyes for do not to sec YOU
blush you to see why my voice chokes
"They say you have been doing something abou, Ne
brsska."
is il something bad, Jonathan T.
els il something that you will sometime be ashamed
Off
"ls something that would shame our fathers and that
can humble all our family r.
81 am afraid
"You getting strong-so proud-so vain of your
prosperity, Jonathan
al am afraid"
You do know great deal and your discoveries are