Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1856-04-30
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Eip-Hip-Hip Hurrah -!

The glorious S~pringtime, so long promised,
is here at last. There can be no mistake
about it now the singing birds, the piping
frogs, the green grass, the bursting buds,
the opening blossoms, the golden sunshine
and the genial breezes from the South all de-
clare its advent. The icy windows of tho
north seem closed up, and the golden gates
of the South are thrown open wide and the
life giving gales float DER forest and field ma
king the blood run quick aud the pulses beat
with n cheerful throb. The swallows arc
twittering away high up in the blue mid air
and coming Town with a swoop to look out
nests under the household caves. The robin
is caroling his first overture among the apple
boughs, and the gay mocker swings on the
topmost spire Of tie Lombardy, pouring out
t his wild notes of tenor and alto. The dandi-
: fed bob o-link is ensconced in the hedge vo-
, calizing his notions of men and manners -
: " Sweet-sweet-sweet-Rob OLincum in the
hedge-beat the nation at old Sledge-ioliy
g fellow drest to kiil-kiss Mrs. Lincum, that
| will-bran new trousers, shiney vest-sat-
in stockings, pretty crest-On the hawthorn,
OA AN 1AAS AhS0L LII AhGL
seed-chee-chee-chee ~
Rob. O'Lincum on az level-politicians
o beat the devil-dandies try to be like me-
* OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES go in great
Il big s~kirts-hoops of whalebone, hoops of
;! wood-(goodness gracious if Mrs. Lincum
ve should)-laws a MISREPRESENTATION
er Of eyery hue-always give the devil his due,
aS rocnI,s1,nS ooH anpL ,ofo, nao,l-- ILL.,.
I'D oms in profusion-chip-a dee, who but me
Its olio, Olio, olio-skeet-by jingo"
Hurrah for the glorious S~pringtime, its
ne buds and bloom. Nature feels the enliyen-
on ing influence Of the season in every pulse and
a thousand songs of praise goes up from
woodland and field. This morning we were
aroused from our slumber by d grand vocal
Try concert of birds in the trees-every one sing
- ing a song of his own, on fiat key and sharp
SUI some sing tenor, some alto aud, now and
ain then, a snatch of treble. Jenny Lind used
to try to sing a bird song" but she never
the could make music like a robin.
in Good bye, Winterl who cares for wintel
my winds now ?-the shrill blasts that camI
pro rushing down from the bleak hills of th
north, screaming around the corners, sighinj
Ipu- through the forests, whistling through til
ma key-hoIes, rafting the windows and slam
orm ming the shutters? Who shivers now an
D. says, "Oh the snow-the snow u or pirate
ses- about the desolation of the old years dyin
hours? Whose pen writes about the ic
! its bound lakes and rivers, the ~leafiess orchard
d it, and the suffering poor? Who remember
the the terrors of the winter just past? III
lisa Spring flowers have sprung up and wipC
N of out with their shadows these memories
the snow and the piercing winds. The g
hen NAL spring showers gem the earth with tt
thousand sparkling diamonds, and the ing
lator of God points with sunbeams His coyena
lsas, bow upon the cloud canvass on high. II
ma glorious sunlight paints golden prospec
ouse upon every field, and the song of the brUC
'eao- floats upon the morning and evening air.
Q re- The orchards are arrayed more beautiful tn
Q the young maidens for the bridal scene, and Il
may perfume Of their gold and crimson robes
4ueS- lights the senses. A truce for the winte
rule now. Hurrah Hurrah /! Hurrah
The glorious S~pringtime has come. lie
ppN away to the meadows and woodlands
snow -,
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