The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1854-06-17
For the Minnesotian.
Sketches.

For the Minnesotian.
Sketches.
Who can say that we will not have spring,
after all, some time this year? One need not
despair of warm weather, because on the last
day of May they must wear winter clothing,
and if peas. potatoes and bccts are inst visible
on close inspection. The birds, like Hope,
'sing gay mclodious strain" and one would
think they were revealing in sunshine and south
winds. New England seems to have been in
tended for an ice-house, for the benefit of her
more southern sisters.
The East may contain treasured memories in
the hearts of many in your faroff land. Sweet
and beloved tones may haunt them the purling
of brooks and shadows upon the mountains
precious dust, sacred and rcvered, rest in I'M
disturbed quiet and they perchance remember
with longing for its peace, the steady pace Of
everyday life--without excitement, comforta-
bic and changelcss.
But in .the West, the West for child of
the prairie there is breathing space. Like the
wind, one is wild and free; like the sky there
is ever change. There is charm in its lack Of
constraint and formalities. A Westcrner has
ever a warm grasp of the hand for stranger,
without looking askancc at him, and asking
where he was raised." An honest face and
gentlemanly manners are better than letters of
Introduction or credit to a Western man. In
the East all are requisite, but particularly the
letters of credit.
7 I,ef 10 T how ham oil
as far as St. Paul--in our thriving city Of Ca
lcna-that little acorn, whose cup is overflow
ing and expanding, threatening to become an
oak. Like Rome, she shall sit upon her seven
hills, crowned with shining ore; on her neck
pearls of price her lap filed with the golden
grain and purple grape. One hand will grasp
the Mississippi the other pointing toward the
boundlcss praircs-hcr voice will cry, "1Iere
is room for all. Come We oppressed, tyrant-
ridden and poverty stricken, my shafts are COM
forting. my drifts hidden, yet easily found'
Within Galcna rcgns perfect Juror Of spec
ulaton, one worthy of Chicago. Everybody is
rich, or going to be; everybody is building I'M
til all the material is threatened to be used up
They talk of lighting the city with gas: it i,
sufficiently combustible now l hope that their
favorable predictions will not explode. do
not mean to disparagc my favoritc of the West.
We all love the place that has been our home
for many years. We can speak Of its faults, but
not listen.
My return was by the mucll-ahuscd Canada
route, and have no errors to record of it. The
scenery is very fine. We passed through many
beautiful villages. Hamilton we viewed from
the height of one hundred feet looking down
upon its cottages, it appeared like playhouse
of foreign mechanism. The complexion of the
gentlemen on the route was very fine. whether
natural or inbibed cannot say. We walked
across the Suspension Bridge at Niagara by the
clcarest moonlight imaginable, and took a view
of the Falls by the same silver iignt--all mist
and pearls. Albany is very pretty place, but
like the golden apples in the garden of the
Ilcspcridcs. it is guarded by terrible dragon
that fcrry--it is worth ones life to cross it.
For the last few weeks two very petite vel
low-birds, not unlike canarics, have been build
ing nest in lilac bush under my window.
OOOl htCl IL uS lilisItu, uHu uOuDtlcSS.
were at some fashionable warehouse selecting
furniture, some evil genius prompted me Gt
was not curiosity--for / never knew human
being that possessed any Voluntarily to put
my hand in the nest, to see if any eggs were
there. The next day it rained. and it occurred
to me that l had once heard an old lady say
that bird always knew when human hand
meddlcd with its nest and deserted it, Lo and
behold! on the first sunny day, Mr.. and Mrs.
" Ycllowplush' destroyed their nest. and car
rying it pecemcal to the opposite side of the
house. rebuilt it on slender boughcd scringa
Nest the second is finished and have not dar-
cd to approach it. And when l look down
from the window into it, the lady of the house
raises bright little eye to mine, and looks as
cunning as though she would say, LEARN to
mind your own AFFAIRS
ssCan't yon leave Us honest folks
To sing our songs and crack our jukcs.o
Every neighborhood has its pet, and we have
ours. in the shape of little, chubby. rosy. sun
burned boy of four years. He is the compa-
MON Of all the old men in the place He plouyhs
WIN one noes gardeh Win anot"cI' anu JULIUS
fences with a third. Not long ago his mother
called him, and nc did not wish TO hear.
Listen" said the old farmer, your mother
is calling you"
'No, no, no." replied the child, 1T is the
echo you hear!'
The nonogenarian complains bitterly of the
rheumatism. lie has been the sexton Of the
village for thirty years, and is the only record
of the graveyard. lie can say, thirty years
ago, buried such n person here" and all trace
of the grave has vanished. He is also good
Presbyterian.
81 KNOW said the pet, what will cure your
rheumatism
"Wcll," said the old man leaning on his hoe.