Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1855-06-06

er! There are thousands that are, and Heay-
en- bushes in every sunset for them. Anoth-
er thing trifle singular, is, that there are no
girls now, and no women-in fact they are
all ladies. Everybody and his lady is invited
every where and Ooman has come to be
some poor old being that lives in howell and
| plays laundress for livelihood; or some
humble creature whose other" dress cost but
eighteen pence yard, and paid for in butter
of her own making and socks Of her own
knitting; or somebody that has tinker for
husband. Just as if tinker might not be
immortal as the stars; just as if old John
Bunyan did not dream a dream of the Pill
grim, from Vanity Fair to the Gate Beauti-
| full, and away over Jordan, that will be un-
broken till the final reyille of the sleeping
dead
There used to be, somewhere in the old
world, a garden where in lived a gardener and
his wife, who did the needle-work for the fam
lily. Their names occur in very ancient
history, and are not forgotten. Now Adam
and his Lady lived in Paradise-did they?
Was it not the rather, living heart-ful
woman that dwelt with him-a being, the
browning work of creation-the dream of that
deep sleep in which he fell, all realized. Be-
meath the burning touch of Deity, was Adam
fashioned from the dust of the earth, and kim
died into life. From next the heart of that
dust, so enlivened and glorifed, did God de-
tach the unnamed mother of all living.
But the railway train is moving yet, and
we find the accomplishments on board. You
have read the catalogues-you know what
| they contain-we need not enumerate them.
But did it ever occur to you that the blind
Bard of England-he who wrote the great
plaintive harmony of the Lost Paradise
must have been beside himself when he said
Z" Daughter of God and man, accomplished Eve"
Accomplished Eve! But where was the
Fsnishaag School," out of Eden? They
are talking nowadays, as if the only finish
ing school upon earth, were not bounded by
the hour of dying. Where were her dancing
masters, her teachers of Italian, her harp and
lutte? Where indeed! The language she
uttered was the accents of love. She had a
true heart for a harp, and the Bird of Para
disc taught her melody. She aided him from
whose side she was cleft at the first-at least
according to a very respectable authority
"to lop the wanton growth OF Nature, in the
flush of her first summer.
| And how weak-minded she must have
been to be sure, when elected from Eden, she
hung tearfully over the companions that she
had cherished, the sinless flowers and exclaim-
ed, "-
ooh Flowers
That never will in other gardens grow"
but Eve was in error, for they did accompany
the exiles, and everywhere spring up in the
pathways of the wilderness. They have ever
wandered but never sinned.
The Railroad has brought Auction flags
and hammers with it,-for Auctions of the
Heart. "a pure young heart for sale :
Who bids?" GA thousand acres green this
morn, with springing grain"
"a thousand acres only! Why, this heart
is full of hopes, the rarest, richest, brightest,
that ever budded in human breast Going
for thousand acres-going-going."
GA Placer" cries second, and the game
goes Oh. "a Placer for heart-'tis going
going!" and another bids" life of fashion
and of fame" "Ah! fame and fashion-do
| hear no more? Going-go-ing." The lit
tie hammer hangs on poise-begins to fall
Somebody family cries, ga heart as true as
hers; al lifes devotion, love and trust" The
man is mad! This is no barter but rea
sale. Trade heart for heart! Such foolish
things they did a century ago, but then Rail
ways were not yet, and the Auctioneer smiles
and wonders who has just now walked from
the long slumber of an hundred years, and of
he sets once more, with going, going--gone
and one young heart, one harp Of thousand
strings, is transferred from the stand to hin
who bid the fashion and the fame.
Oh! we are a commercial people-we O
the nineteenth centrry-we are an enterpri
zing people-we of the new world AnC
what discoveries we have made indeed. They
! used to think poor simple souls of other days
that hearts were God-wrought springs around
whose crimson brink the flowers of hope die
D spring, and in whose depths the star of faitl
did shine, right out of Heaven. They useC
: to fancy there might be such a thing as love
The world grows wiser as the world grow
e older. The heart is found to be little hand
4 full of irritable muscle, located in the region o
0 the left breast; a sort of pump and nothin!
T more to keep the meandering streams of life
T red river ever at the flood-a sort of hydraul
ic arrangement indeed, Of which it is as wis