The Nevada journal., 1856-09-12
Gbe Mebaoa SonrnaI.

tear TO nef memory. september TO US
is suggestive of nut-days, while August
brings to our mind the pleasing remi-
nisences of s'vacation time" when leav-
ing the crowded and dusty cities, fleeing
from the frowns of professors, bidding
adieu to the dark walls of our Alma Ma
ter, we hurried away for the great
homes of our country cousins" to gath
er new stock of health and spirit, for
get our cares and tolls amidst the sim
pie but innocent pleasures of "ye honest
yeomen."
When we were young, we loved the
bustling city, its crowds and busy life,
and the daily conflict with our fellow
men, which SO happily brighten the wit,
and aids in cultivating and polishing
the mind, nerving it for determined ac-
ton, and furnishing daily new lessons
in the great study of human nature,
without which, no man can gain new
laurels on the tented field command
listening senates,' awake the latent &C.
Mus of the world, sway the masses, and
originate and bring to successful issue
those great projects that are every day
startling the world, and serving to for
shadow our destiny.
We love the great cities yet; they
have great dignity about them They
seem to be imbued with the spirit of
force-physical force-i1resistible, ag-
gressive, mental force. The compre-
hension of city is vast; even like a
spirit brooding over great mysteries.-
1t is grand and inspiring to contemplate
vast city, where thousands and thou
sands and thousands of sentient beings,
busy, active, thinking souls, are all NOV
ing and marching onward, onward, on
ward. Heavy and measureless is their
tramp, so solemn and firm seems their
tread, you almost wonder they do not
shake the earth. There intellect is
found; great souls; all the appliances of
science; a. the ready means of educa-
ton; all the aids in elevating and i'm
proving the mind. There indeed union
rs strength.
We said we once loved the city; but
we gathered new love for the country.
Cowper saws: God made the country,
man made the town" God did make
the country. He seems to reign in the
country. He seems to live and breathe
in the solemn air. He impresses Him
self upon the healthful vegetation. His
presence covers the grand old moaning
forests, whose tree-tops seem to inter-
sect the lowering clouds; and when God
sits upon the wind that wrestles with the
trees, how grand, how wild is the poe
try of their motion; so majestic, you al
most think those swaying branches are
the arms of the great Creator. He kiss
es the modest violet, so small, SO tender.
He loves the blushing rose, the heaven
hued blue-bells, and woodbine, so sweet,
so eloquent. We love these things, for
God did make the country. We love
them for they seem to come direct
from His hand. Reader, do you remem-
Der the summer day, when moving the
hay the thunder storm came upon you?
AS drop after drop comes, but only at
intervals, you let fall the implements of
husbandry, and fly for shelter under the
old oak or sycamore. Here comes the
grand old monarch, rain. Closer and
closer comes the white mist in the east,
until drop, drop, drop, the heavy rain
is upon you. Perhaps, reader, youwere
bare toed boy, and essayed with tiny
foot to confne the little streams, which,
soon surmounting the small dams, went
rejoicing on their way adown the slope.
The thunder in the country peels most
loudly; the lightning is mest vivid and
terrific. Gods majesty and power is
most manifested in the country. God
does speak in the country.
Now the clouds have cleared away,
and the setting sun, tinging the west
with halo of glory, just peers over the
hill, shines in many a happy country
home.
How sweet the air, laden with the per-
fume of the new mown hay; how melo-
dious the evening songs of the feathered
warblers; for God made birds to sing as
sweet as jimmy Lind; how fresh and
green the springing grass; how frisky
the young colt; even old Carlo shakes
his woolly hide; all nature seems full of
love, and you are led to think of the
great Lover of all. Oh God does speak