Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-01-23

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'o"Scrful, brighter light within the
amber Of the heart tina will comfort YOU,
and make the little sunligl that finds its
way into the novels Of the poor seem all the
brighter.
SnRtLL and loud DER the whitened fields
comes the Joyous shout Of the merry hunter
boys all %yonlcr, bef,r, the yelping hound,
darts the nimblc hare What n glorious
chase! How it fills the ymug vein. with
foods of youthful Hood, rcllcns the cheek
with a ri lily 81 wv aud makes the heart beat
high with pleasure! On. on they fy-yelp-
ing-whooping- shouting, All! that little
cloud of saow dust rising glitteringly like
frozen spray tells the story. The hare is
caught and another trophy of the days sport
* baegcl! How the chase stirs up the mem
DRY Of byegone winters! Of deep SHOWS, of
"last nights tracks" Of stumbles over logs
in the deceptive snow-drifts, Of cold feet, Of
tiuglinc fingers and Of dog fights aye! of
dog fights. The poor rabbits will never
have rest there are as many hunter boys
in the field today as there was twenty years
ago, but they arc not the same ones that made
the heery hills e ho with their shouts then.
So pass they away. \ score of names we
could call, hut we will not Il tear fingers on
the lid at their memory. Some have gone
t. the rar west, some are drunken suts and
some lie with closed eyes beneath the snowy
web stretched o'cr forest, field and church
yard. All life long we are hunters-life is
made mp Of a continual chase the boy is
content with hunting rabbits, and feels am
ply repaid for his toll in fin, counting the
tWr It clear gain of SO much per dozen the
young man hunts pleasure and a wife; the
older one hunts riches and honor; and all
hunt happiness hereafter. We are all hun
tets. No wonder the untutorel Indian paints
Heaven as an everlasting hunting ground.
THERE is something melancholy in the 20,
ctry Of a crazy Poet, even if 1.-THE such that
draws forth n smile. Hear Nat Lee attempt
ing the rutiucinatire:
81 grant TINT drunken rainhows lulled to sleep,
Snort like French rabbits in fair maids eyes:
Berotse he laughed to see a pudding creep,
For creeping p~uddings only please the wise.
Not that u hard rOcd herring dare presume
To swing a tj'hc-pig in n caiskin purse;
Cpse of the great htil-stones that fell Mt Rome
BY lesseuing the fail might make it worse"
WINTER evenings lose more than hal
their charms where black anthracite takei
tho pla3e Of hickory, oak and maple. TIVE
winters Of our life have been spent arounc
rusty CRATES and stores filed with sooty coal
May we never see the like again. There i
no music in a glowing crate Of anthracite
10 fore-stick to siug-no sap to boil and his
from tho ends of blazing naples.
Tue fGEARTHsToNE remembers when, at thi
season of the year, there were social gather
ings and all manner of bees" But of late
the world, somehow, or other, has grow
proud and selfish. There is too much stres
laid upon individual qualification to the me-
lcet Of public qualification. The Hearthston
regrets this for it was a gooaly sight to sc
score OF faces gathered around all radiar
with pleasure. The TIearthstone feels Ion,
~ now it has no songs to listen to-nothin
to hear only the purr Of the lazy cat and tt
solemn, ~chaagclcss tick! tick! tick! Of Il
]uu,iring old clock. The "Reminiscences o.
hinty face woull brighten 10 be surruuudt
with u ruii:rking. fun loving circle as it uSC
to be Ia days asonc. The IIedrJh~tone L
members when all the children in the Paris
were rcalcrcl happjer far than kings, queer
or tairic5 by a few cclts worth Of M LASS
b'lel AMI male into n " can " stew b.
such homcly things are out of fashion nov
boys and girls are oxtiuct, and young Miss
and, wang Gents have taken their places
Ialy stcws, cotton pickin
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