Thibodaux minerva., 1855-04-14
Return of Spring.

back in Joyous remembrance W Tue uays oa Jul
happy childhood, when all was pleasure and delight.
There is something purifying in the simple re-
membrance Of those days long past, and peculiar
refreshment in the mnemonic revival of that play
full innocence, and those refined sensibilities long
since unhappily blunted by the rude contact Of
after years. with the world Now who don't feel
that he is purer and better man, when, after ab-
stracting himself from the dollar-amd-centness Of
everyday life, he travels back in recollection to the
scenA Of early joys and bee-lke resips the myriad
sweets of other days! Don't it rejuvenate you,
when you think of your boy-chronology? Then
the seasons were marked and recognized by the
joys and pleasures with which they were respectively
feighted.
Then your youthful almanac recorded, not the
change of moons, but the change OF sports ana
plays adapted to the mutations of the seasonseach
one bearing its own especial fun-calender. Then
you instituted your comparisons between the dlf-
ferent seasons, but never failed to give Judgment
in favor of the one under present enjoyment Each
one was considered the best. At one time you
hailed the spring months as the loyelest triad of the
year. Don't you remember, then, with what ecstacy
and transport you welcomed the day when your
father and mother gave you permission to 60 bare
footed with what contempt you cast off your leathern
fetters and stored the old winter shoes in the dark
little closet up stairs, and how, in celebration of
your recently acquired footfeedom, you ran frisk-
ing about over the grass, and tramped about in the
warm dust, just to see how it would feel? Those
were sunny days! but did you never have shadow
come over them? Did you never stump that con-
spicuous bgtoe, against some vilainous brick-bat,
and "make the bleed come" and the tears trickle
down your youthful cheeks? All! who but boy
can appreciate the agony Of a stumped toe! Just
imagine yourself young egain, delightful isn't it?)
seated by roadside with the unfortunate toe in
your lap, squeezing it, and crying at certain pain
full intervals Oh Lordy as the blood drops from it,
big tears standing in your eyes, and the malicious
brick-bat in sight. 1 say just imagine yourself in
this predicament, and you will discover the foun-
tain source of many tear-stream. You will there
see true picture Of your younger sell, life like
tUhcye w "o 1tyto " ot'eSs 0"Jo'
Oh what an inconvenience to you, after having
acquired such an independence, to submit that just
toe, to the rag-fetters OF another
slavery! But you do SO and have it tied up again.
having received every assurance from your mother
of its speedy convalescence, and you go imping
away if not broken-hearted at least almost broken
toed. Soon you join in the sports with your play
fellows, and the invalid toe isforgotten, unless some
accident opens the wound afresh.
And don't you remember when nice April
shower came aiong,e what inefable pleasure
you would roll up your blue cottonade pants above
the knee, to keep them from getting wet, and wade
through the just-born rivulets, coursing down the
gutterss and did you never, while in the height of
your aquatic fun encounter stone and fall ker-
splash into the water? All! then what terrible
apprehensions came upon you, as you went plod-
ding homeward covered with modification and
mud, expecting a refreshing birch argument on
the impropriety Of your conduct.
When the next shower came it excited the same
old bump Of uade-atiuemess and you were anxious
again to enjoy the sport, but viyidly remember
ing the lucid process of argument on that subject
and haunted by the ghost Of those discoored pants
you content yourself with tramping about like some
crane in the soft warm mud, and as it
would ooze up between your toes, what an al-over-
shness Of pleasant feeling would possess you! Still
afraid to explore the depths Of the muddy rivulet
IS they 60 ripping laughingly along, until your
,choolmate happens to pass when you propose to
run boat races with him. Don't you recollect how
careful you to select the ghtest piece Of bark
and fashioning it like boat, would launch it with
your hopes on the turbid little stream, and name it
after some great race.horse, or steamboat, and
with what intensity you would watch it's progress,
and when you thought it likely to outstrp the other,
you would shout "Hooray my old Gray Eagle /"
and when your boat would get caught In the eddy,
and outstripped, what modification and chagrin
Your pride becomes excited, and you rashly offer
TO bet him three pins you can beat him on the next
ace. And did Xou never build mill-dams across
he infant rivers Of a spring shower, carrying
mud in your little hands until you completely |
changed the complexion Of natures gloves? All!
then with what pleasure you contemplated the
wonderous structure, con6ning within its mud pre-
.ncts, the angry little stream. Alas! but too sadly
hose times have past, and memory seems but
cemetery replete with the tombs Of buried joys
yet we love to revivify them in imagination, and
i've them over again. The April showers still
,ore, but we enjoy them not as before--they have
ost what used to be their charm. The summer
months have their boy "reminiscences too, but we
must leave their contemplation to some other time.
Beside, an editor should not trouble himself about
he past, but only deal with the mighty present.
The FiRsT STRAWBERRIES or THE SEAsoE.--We !
must acknowledge ourindebtedness to friend Prince,
Or an exquisite treat in the shape Of delightful
,owl Of Strawberries, which made our editorial lips
airy smack with delight. Oh, you animated cicles
# the North, just think Of it and weep! By the
y. we would just suggest that al persons wishing
0 be regaled with the earliest delicacies Of the
eason, can have their palstes tickled At Princes
Hotel. Green peas and strawberries are on the
i'll Of fare for dinner to-day.