The Nevada Democrat., 1856-12-24

MooNIIGHT-We have never yet in the course
of our travelled experience heard or read cor
rect definition of the peculiar charm or witche-
ry with which the pale beauties of Luna seem
TO be invested, and still, ridiculous as it may
appear. we admit, although on the shady side
Of thirty, having felt repeatedly spooney on
sundry moonlight occasions. There is indescri-
bable effect from this borrowed lustre, this soft
ened light which revives in the mind gentle
feelings and tender recollections, that watt us
insensib bly, back to those halcyon days when a
rise in pork, an increase in the price Of butter,
or partial failure in the sugar crop, were mat
ters infelt and unheeded, as not affecting any
serious change in our domestic economy The
pocket is truly an unpoetical locality, and de-
mand in that direction instinctively necessitates
a buttoning up process, accompanied by pc
cuniary sigh and compression Of the lips taking
every poetcal expression clear off the face, and
leaving q deprecatory l can't pay kind OF phiz
in place thereof. The bump of reality, phren-
ologically speaking, expands beyond that Of
ideality, the exigencies of life soon arouse us
from the illusions Of fancy, and in place OF idle
dreamings we become necessarily wide awake
The poetcal languor, the dreamy listlessness,
the classic repose and the moonlight mischief
soon become effaced, when once we are imbued
with the real purposes of life, and bring our
energies to bear upon that particular pursuit
which choice or necessity may have inclined us
to, or thrust upon u.s. Yet after all, moon
light ramble, between the periods of exertion
and rest, is pleasant interlude and teens with
untold memories of the past episodes OF "auld
lang syne," backward CLEAN fraught with the
eight Of other days.
Old Songs familiar home music glmpses o
absent faces, and tender thoughts of those with
whom. slifc's ftful fever is over" stealupon us
and the iron chain of habitual control is loosen
ed, we breathe more freely, the heart opens its
secret fountains, and the moist eye, albeit "un
used to the melting mood" tells that the spell
oe moonlight and memory is upon u.s. And il
this there is no want Of proper manhood. W.
are not adamant, and even as of yore the water
gushed from the stony rock at the touch of the
prophets rod. Thus at times must mans hear
open to the concealed springs of feeling, dor
mant but not dead, within it, Intangible, slight
and scarcely perceptible, and the causes Of emo,
ton, the source of food of reflections.
at may be sound
A tone of music-summer's eve--or spring
A hower-the wind--the ocean--whoh shall wound,
Striking the electric chain wherewith darky bound
Well, as we said, an evening stroll by moon
light mot however companionless,) ispleasant-
q kind of glorious halo seems to encircle your
friend, if she be, and as a matter of course she
would and should be, ofthe bcwildering SEX 1t
is murderous kind of light, suggestive of sue
cessful supplication, or suicidal sentiments.-
You clasp that taper soaia, and pronounce the
world q desert, an intolerable wilderness with
out her dear presence-you swear everlasting
fidelity, and in the absence of Commissioner
of Deeds, call upon the moon to witness your
verbal affidavit Oh ye unsophisticated bach
elors, ye hard headed invulnerable legal single
men who sue out writs Of lunacy, little do ye
CLEAN through the subtleties Of an inquirendo of
the merits of the moon. How calmly she smiles
down upon the night, paling the light of the
stars clustering around her. cold, and pure, and
beautiful, and demure-yet poets say:
''The DEVILS in the moon for mischief"
Buffalo Republic.