The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-04-26

whose infant leaves of different form and
texture are of a delicate pink shade and thin
as tissue paper: from a third the tasseled
blossom is hanging swayinC in the wind. You
take these little new w-made leaves, and Law
them in your hand with tender reverence -
there is an exquisiteness in them. pcrfec-
ton that Impresses you with the unvarying
power and skill that acts from year to year,
and every spring rc-enacrs the resurrection
miracle of the former. God giveth it BODY
As it pleaseth him, and to every Leaf its own
body. OF ak the multitude of things which
at spring time reclothe themselves, not one
makes mistake, or comes out accidentally
in the garments of his neishbor.
We ramble on, and now the ground sinks,
and becomes black and marshy. Here the
white violets love to unfold-fair they are.
streaked with purple on their under lip, and
sending out a fragrance not unlike their Eng
l'>h namesake. Here. too, rejoicing in the
black, rich mould. rises tie green. luxurant
vera'rum with its richly plated leaf, and the
plant OF less fragrant odor, Who's. name is
not for ears polite. bat which certainly grows
with juhiant rank hlarty, and shows a
s'ockv crcennc>s bv no means unworthy ad-
miration. Visor AMI vivacity are admirable
even in a >kunk'S cabbage. and one had rath
or, after all, look al its rank, hearty coarse
ness, than at a >ickly conservatory nursing,
as one prefers the honest. rude. genuine ma
turc. TO an inspid ronvrn'ionaist.
But, 70 the >i'ycrwrcd with lis tufts Of
graceful leaves; also child of moist places.
and re- cioiring in the shade S.lverwcc was
on" Of the fairy queens Of our chiIhool AMI
it was our delight to hold spray beneath the
brown ripping waters Of the brook and see
it change to gllttcrns silver, an sa>v Jug
glcrv, at Which children never tire of won
derinH. Silvr:wccd has no blossom now .but
III huNu>t VII SlltNC lItI tlc1l dlOTHtu WIN
trcmulous white fringcs Fl, for fairy court
But there, if our eyes do not deceive Us, is a
clnmp OF pink adyslipperS hiding in wonder
knot Of aidcr> Some rall them Venus
mocrasin. and with their broad folded leaves
their gracefully bent head, their pink, she'll
like blossoms, they are worthy anv court of
flowers. Wonder old mossv STUMP has a
white crowd of crows-foot around it. stanlin.
with Bowed heads amid their maroon colorcl
leaves The flower never seems in GOOD
spirits. it is rarely open. but stands downca>t
with its corolla folded together. and the faint
est streak of ro>c-color ON lis petals it is a
thoughtful and pcn>ivr flower. and We have
often wondered whether it be identical with
the ''uftcd crow-t"c" which Milton sum
mons TO deck the bier o.. Lycd,s
''Call III" wales and hli item l,trr bring
Their bells and ti)wer,t> al Il thou-.t,lI n,.>
! J." valleys low. which The mild whispers use
OF shades. and Wautou winds. and gushing brooks
Hn whose fresh lip III" .w;,r, star rarely looks.
Ern, hi'h'r all v"lr qIaj,l. ciia,ur.!rI eyes
hat on IA" green int suck The ho'icl showers
Nd purple ~; the ground wi'h vcriial flowers.
Bring Ne rt'h prilnro-c '!ir tr>ihcn DIES,
hr ,ufei crow r"r and pale il--,.ni''e
The white pink. and he pan,v triueci with iet.
The glowing violet. the musk rp-r,
And the wcll-tttirr,l Woo .bnc.
Close beside the crows foot grows .he fair
est of springs children. the ETHEREAL ancmo-
a
float on the breeze. to be a blossom of air
more than earth To us it seems like those
trcmu'ous sh,mmcrinc delights. half told,
vet inexpre>siblc. that are born in our hearts
every spring time, and which seem airy more
than earthly. Bu, bark still small currlc
among those heavy green leaves, and 10 the
li'tlc brown brook, with a still tnclc, is wind
ing IFS way among the dense un,lcrerowth
Not prattIng, whring, fri>kv, like some OF
his tribe, but discreet and still he come.
stealing with scarce a murmur, sliding thro
yonder gap in the mossy stone wall playn.
in thousand quaint little rings and ed,les
bearing along on his waters the white show
ering leaves OF the Shadtlow and the anemo
ne. Listen and there is the fantest tinkIc
Iou can hear every whrr of the leaves: vo,
seem to hear pattcr and fluttcr, and We
the sound is so small il is what the German
call an n1hing All, how beautiful it is t
he so deeply alone. and what sarre,lnes
there is in the still small voices of leaves
, If there is devotion in the hush of concrt
: CATION in the ilutier OF the grea. Bible leave
in the hymn book rustic before the psall
; in church, there is deeper devotion in thes
inner shrincs OF nature, where the voice @
: the Lord God is heard walking among tn
: trees of the garden. Though living in
P theological ntichhorhood. we cannot bu
J. think with Wordsworth:
cone impulse from a verral wood
May teach v"u more OF man,
OF moral evil and OF good,
: Than n. the >aec> can.
n Luck " TALENT-It often seems 10
: LUCK. rather than talent, that gives TO pe,