The union Democrat., 1855-10-13
UNION DE M0CRAT.
A Short Patent sermon-rY DOW, JR
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ron's Hours of Idlenessn These are the words :
This viii recell each youthful scene,
Fen when our lives the vane;
The leaves OF love Will sull be green
When Memory bids item bud again
Mn Hearers IA little present, of triiine intrin-
sic yalue-such as a lock OF hair, a bunch of
flowers, or a fragment of chittim-wood, supposed
to have been Il chip from the hewings of Noah's
ark-is looked upon with more tender emotions
and cherished with greater care than is the gilt
OF goose at THANKSGIVING 10 one with an appe-
tite of sufficient dimensions TO accommodate an
on without disturbance to the internal order et
things. Il is wonderful how little matters will
recall youthful scenes, and wake up peculiar as
socations, not only in the hearts Of those who
stand firm and erect upon he mountain of man
hood, but also those who feehy ;otter down the
declivity that gently slopes 10 Jordan.
A slice ot watermelon, my friends retains for
me the flavor of country churchYard, where l
once in fright dropped noble specimen of the
fruit, which l had wickedy purloined from a
neighboring patch at the Fokerish hour of mid
night. The taste of a cucumber reminds me of
the homemade bread and cheese that always
accompanied it upon my piscatory excursions to
the mll-pond for bull-heads. nethnks | now
smell the old cheese-room, and see the DEVILS
darning-needles that used to light upon my fish
pole. 4 single grape recalls the autumn-tinted
woods, through which | was wont to roam in
search of the tempting clusters, hanging care
less and free the chpper-squ nibbling his
nut, and scoding, like Hantippc, at the intru-
sion" the crow, the crow, the great black
crow" giving three bo5S of the head as he jerks
out cav from the pine-top, enjoining the chast-
ening worm to hear him for his casos, aud be
silent, that he may hear-the blusjay protanely
paying mocking TO summers departed Choir
isters-and
The Woodpecker tapping tbs hollow beach tree"
| no sooner stick my tooth into fall apple than
the old orchard-where | hunted birds nests,
with blue and speckled eggs, and arrived at
school just in time Eor taste of the birch-the
snagly old orchard, stands before me, in its same
homespun attire. l see Pomona emptying her
apron there; the trees partially relieved of
their golden burdens, seem to lift up their heads
to Heaven and thank the Giver of all good with
pensive smile; the tenantleEs robins nest is
to be let, and yonder hornets castle is to be let
alone; the little yellow jacket, With his dagger
sheathed behind, is busy probing the wound OF
storm-brused pippin, while the brown wasp-too
lazy to fold up his legs as he tlies-wheels his
droney flight to his domestic hole in the wall
Rambling blue daisies, destitute OF sweet odor
as beauty without virtue, invite the dalliance of
yellow-wngeG butterflies, between whom and the
grave there is scarce room enough i'll which to
issue good sized prayer. The old orchard new
smells of mortality, and the cider-mill-the
cider-mill, when, hitehed to hickory sweep, the
venerable bob-tal mare sporting pair of leather
spectacles, performs the great circuit, and is
still at home" or wishes she was. Emblem of
human life !-round and round-eyer in the dark !;
still round and round--and ne nearer heaven than
at the outset A kiss, too, of any sort, sends
me back to the time when kisses were plenty as
backberrics, and twice as juicy. | never kiss
the Book at the (and believe they always make
II.
tho Truth sufficiently well to greet it with a
labial sautation, and not make wry face aboHt
it)-yes, whenever plant buss upon the cheek
of Genesis, or TIE baCksiJe of Revelations, as
chance may direct it, away goes Memory back to
the days of apple-parlngs, quilting bees and
those h0nied social parties when the evenings
entertainments were always opened with :" But
Son. button-yho's got The button!' and closed
with Come, Philander, let's be u marching;"
when more tor.eits were paid with kisses during
q single evening than a steam writing machine
could record in a dogs age 1t was in such
schools as these that first learnt the alphabet
of love; aud made sucA progress through the
abs obs and tbS, that found myself in mud, or
some other soft monosylable, almost before my
shirt-collar k'd strength enough to stand alone.
But my friends, | am now beyond that and can
"read my title clear" to as big slice of COM
fort as was ever buttoned with single blessedness.
My brethren, Il is, nevertheless, plcaSaut-it
garlands the heart with fresh blossoms, and
makes one feel young sgain--to revisit the nur-
sery of oCr youthful loves. and find that every
tender plant-though touched by the frost of
time-is not dead, but retains sufficient sap at
the root to flourish again when Memory waves
her magic wand. Ay, delightful it is 80 know
and feel that
1.-THE leaves Of love Will sill be -ye,n
When Memory bids them bud aSsin''
And Memory ,cju bid them bud often and AGAIN
till lite's liquor has run itself to the very lees
The first development oi the tender paSsion-O
Moses and the prophets what iunny feeling
Then to experience the same. or something SINH
lar. over Ggain-when ones timherS have be-
come seasoned and dry, his head pie-bald. and
nearly every drop of sentimental gravy has
leaked from his hearts,, if anything, funnier
feeling still. Though old folks consider their
first loves IS - Od0r He'd as soon as she'd .lcy
look back to The scene Of their first billing aud
cooing as
The sreeneat spot on Mcn,ory's vassc.s
and think
"Iberc's nothing halt SO sweet l.. l.c,
As Loves young drean,"
except 10 dream of youths rosy hours in TIE
autumnal twilight of declining age
Love isp7sty,
Love Is wi.tv
Love is charming whilst is ncw:
But It soon grows old,
And wakes cold
And fades away, Ike tho morning dew"
And yet, my friends, its pristine colors are par
TALLY restored through the prismatic power OF
some triiing memento; but such one as
lately received from some unknown she gender
And what do you think it was 4 miniature
naitteR with the thumb cut of! Instead of such
apresent causing the leaves of love 10 be green.
the mere sight of it brought blight and mildew
npon the little crop of amorous delights thst
Memory has hitherto fed and grown fat upon. l
despise mittens of any sort, in country like
California
My dear friends: Love is theme upon which
feel poorly qualified to expatiate. That it is
immortal, and exists among the angels of heaven,
l do not for moment doubt: but whether il is
there. as here, swayed BY a wel-turned ankle. a
slender waist and pretty bonnet, must leave