Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-06-28
GuoHm-A Cenqrane ann family ddhehlp geps paper.
Woodland Reveries.

Away in the wild woods with no one nigh
we seek the cool shade and lay down on n
the bank of the moss while the wind stirs last Il
years leaves about us. The green leaves of v
the forest tremble while the breeze from Il
the fields plays among them. The robbins 7
and the blue birds, and the little swamp T
sparrows are chattering, and piping, and I
whistling, and singing, and laughing among l
the apple trees down in the orchard, while {
in the tall elms along the branch and the
willows in the wet places, "massy sakes u
what a race of song from our old friend and
f%avorite, the mocking Lird!I Only listen
"Ching, ching! Whip old Will-Summer's
come-Summer's come-skeet cha skeet-
ching a ling-brick in the hat-drunk as a
lord-fun ive-Bragg-Bragg-Dockery-
Dock-a.ree-both for Governor-one won't
be-ching-a lee-rill-da-ree-liquor-liquo
go it law-down with gin-down with it
-skeet-skeet-water for me-water for me
ching a ling-Mr. Me-who but me-hum-
BILE bee-out of the OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES OF
the Age hit old Alchy on the head--chip a
lee p
What a fellow He piles on the notes in
such a jolly half mad way thai a steam en-
CINE could not keep up with him. May he
live to a green old age and sing in the viii
lows
"IF IT WAS NOT FOR HOPE THE HEART WOULD
BREAK" So said a loved one to US years
aco. All hope. Were it not for Hope, the
arm would fall powerless on .he struggling
battle field of life, and the pure light would
fade out from the weary eye. We sit IN the
shade of the elm and watch the living ocean
ebbing by-at every throb of the heart a hte'
wave rolls on the other shore. The footmar
with his pack and the rich man with his steed
is urged on with hope of better things ahead
That ragged child with his basket of berries
hopes for manhood and days of brighter sun
light for him. The old man creeping up tn
hill on staff and crutch looks out with hop
for coming death and the rest beyond tn
grave. The sun has long since faded GU
from his sky. Tell him he shall never Sc
the rest he seeks, and tears would wet tn
,, wrinkles on his withered cheeks for his oil
frame is worn out and he longs to lay it asid
! and leave his staff and crutch at the door
4 the grave. The living world hopes, and tn
! soul has an anchor to cast out when th
. storms stir the great Ocean of life.
"AH
Have hopes, however wretched they may be,
Or blest. tits hope which lifts the lark so high
Hope of a lighter air and bluer sky:
And the poor hack which drops down on the fin
Upon whose eye the dust is setting
He hopes to die. No being is which hath
v Not love or hope"
( Music is like oil poured upon the angl
It waters. When the spirit is tossed and tor
r how soothing is the sweet gush of melody,
Dr. Inhours of loneliness when the soul itself fee
IN the WEAKNESS of its Imprisonment, the W,
NJ attuned notes leap out like a singing fou
Ii tain of sunlight upon the gloom of the tro
IN bled night of mind. A bird-note we learn
co when a child-the clear laugh of the ch
w dren on the lawnAthe humming of an old
time song-the softmusic of the beating ra
VI drops on the shed-will all call back a tho
grows young and sinewy again, and tur
or with an iron will again to the great battle
OF life. All these and a thousand besides t
n US that melody is of Heaven, and that the
be the strains shall never tire and that it's s
d. has a sun forever bright. And this wol
ID Of ours has its music too.
" The night-breeze harping DER the hills,
it Striking the strings of nature-rock and tree.
100 The best and earliest Tyres of harmony,
With echo for their chorus
uf-
ng A sweet "Germanism" taken from
lie I" Story without an end ="
by "There was no end to his delight. I
M little birds warbled and sung, and huttel
y; and hoped about, and the delicate VIC
flowers gave out their odors and epery su
sound took q saoeet odor by the hand, and tt
ht' walked through the open door of the chill
IN, heart. and held a joyous nuptial dance the
ba in. But the nightingale and the lilv of
;, valley led the dance for the nighting
- sang of nought but love, and the lily brea
ed of nought but innocence, and he was
ng bridegroom and she was the bride. And t
ed nightingale was never weary of repeati
- the same thing a Numbered times over,
w the spring of love which gushed from
the heart was ever new and the lily bowed /
head bashfully, that no one might see |
,va glowing heart. And yet the one lived
solely and entirely in the other, that no G
aer could see whether the notes of the nighting;
were floating lilies, or the lilies visible not
us falling like dew-drops from the nightingal
"a throat"
egg An AUTHOR says that flowers may be c.
rti- ed the Alphabet of Angels, wherewith tt
ted write on hills and plains mysterious truth
ol- }
No man or set of men are entitled to
orr elusive or separate emoluments or privile,
nat from the community, but in consideration
IA public services" So says the Constitution
Ut North Carolina, and is positive and direct
thorlty against granting license to persons
i, Misunderstanding drinks. But the law sets its
up above this high authority, and saws a c
tain class shall have this MONOPOLY gran
to them, Notwithstanding the Constitution
= against it. The Constitution saws all m
are equals and entitled to equal ~privileg,
:" but the law says all shall not be EQUALS
taOored feao shall possess this separate EN-
ument and privilege I"