Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1855-04-24
DIARY OF LOCAL ITEMS.

BY OUR ITEMlZER.
April 18th. Weather warm. and barring the
VIM and dust, delightful. Thermometer IS
werc going to say IS degrees above zero-but,
for various reasons-won't. Thermometer-75
-degrees-zer as if the Great Gods
love and beauty streaming, shining everywhere,
everywhere under the sky-as if the glory. of this
bright spring day and the round Sun, that is its
passionate heart, could be measured by tools and
set down in 6gures-and the pulsations of its
heavenly beaming graduated by the tallyman's
notchcs. We have genuine horror of your in
genious clock-work contrivances for guaging the
subtle processes Of nature your barometers,
and hydromcters, and elcctrometers and thermom-
etcrs-till all the consccrated symbols of sensa-
ton, feeling, passion, are superseded by the APP
paratus of the laboratory and obviated by a trick
of mechanism. The song of the morning lies cold
on the maidcn's lips and ecstasy enough for an
dy seeks utterance in the mprovisations of quick
silver or the cold clash of numerals.
Somebody has applied the gamut to the carol
of birds. Four beats to measure. Key of X
fiat. Do-mi- SOL sing Grow.
Won't somebody else give us a graduated scale
of the fragrance of flowers "a lf-acting ma
chine to count the ripples of the brook, or nu-
neral index to the changing hues of the summer
sky.
Appropos of fowers-the bouquet we sent to
Julil was the gathering Of our mornings walk.
1t is simple, wild, impromptu sort of lower-the
first blush of springs bashful Consciousness
opening of the Book of Beauty at its title-page
All there arc may chapters in that golden Book
and every chapter tells a thousand tales--anl
every tale wonder.
April 10th. Ditto-Ditto--ony more so.
April 18th. The good, old masculine whistle
of the Galena boats greeted us this evening, with
an oracular demonstration of the opening of nav
cation in Lake Pepin. 1t was the War Eagle
with Sl4 passengers-no two alikc-Dutch-I
Native and nondescript. The national bowels
are loose, evidently. Wonder if they come on
purpose. Saw man with an aspiring nose-a
Turveydrop-pian department, and fabulous guam
titles of hair on the upper lip, level his qaizz NJ
glass at the town. Town surrendered at d;scre-
ton.
April 18th. The sky clouds over thrcatcninglv
at night, but the day is still warm and summer
like. Pale cheeks that the fresh air has not kiss
Su Aoi many DeIOIo-uOW NOO Lnc sou
caress of the warm Spring breeze.
The buds are bursting on the elder and the
lilac and the green grass peeps up coyly by the
side of the old paths, fringes the rich margin of
spring or brook. Cattle browse with knowing
air, on the brown meadow behind the town; where
the tender blade sprouts hidden in the withered
grass of last year. Birds chirrup merrily on the
dry boushs, charming the pregnant bud to burst
ing. Small boys play marbles in the Streets
Big boys smoke cigars on the sidewalks, drink
beer in out-of-the way places, and talk nonsense
to bonnets.
Erening.--Dian had an arrow in her silver bow
Tonight pretty thing, we ween, and marvel
lous wthal--as ever fell to mortal eyes to see.--
A star appeared at nightfall on the upper edge of
the new moons disk, clinging to it and at last
sinking down in it like love into the heart. We
did not see it then, but afterwards it trem-
bled on the moons lower cdge-likc tear drop
on an angels cheek-we watched it trickling
down the sky, and falling into cloud-urn, as il
it were sacred thing.
1t was a beautiful sight. We wondered if the
chaste Phoebe had not broken her verbal VOWS
and if this were not newborn star, the doinc
fruit of sorpe God,s loyo