Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-08-21
For the Patriot
SUMMER SCENES. NOV.
Under the window

Under the window.
All here you e." Struggled" down OF
this superannuated sofa under the west win
dow, all alone, by yourself, and nobody witt
you. Grand, gloomy and peculiar, wrapt ~
in the solitude of your own ready mad
clothing; doing up bit of the rlisanthropcal
by way of showing your superiority to th
world in general, and our humble self in par
ticular. You do look "stake and ridered,
that's fact What are you muttering abou
in that bearish way2 Yes, you dO,-snd no
you don't, reckon we ought to know. Youv
been listening for US for the last half hour, onl,
you won't say so, because you're vexed, AM
want to Overwhelm Us with ycur "vrtuOu
Indignation" for daring to give you the "as
taste in life of a curtain lecture;-yOu,
great big" Patriot" Come don't stanC
upon your dignity with us,-it "won't pay
AS if we cared a iddlestick how you frown
or what mighty big paper you are W,
can just nestle down our RANT countenance il
a snowy, flowing sleeve, and laugh at you any
time, and you can't help yourself to save you
No sense in being SO dreadfully stitifed, -
there never is, but some folks think it "suits
their style" Don't fatter your "high might
ness that it becomes you,-so, like the cOor
to Capt Scott, you'd lust as well come down.
If we did lecture you, ''reckon," as the Yam
KEGS say, 1--WE bad right" 1t was thought
necessary, in Scripture, to inform you that
MAN was made little lower than the angels
"a "little L0Oer," mind you; and it is neces
sary now that you be reminded of it at least
once every hour; it ought to be set before you
at every banquet of vanity and self-gratulation
like the skeleton at the Egyptian festivals
Were it not, there's no end to the heroes and
demigods, 'angels, principalities and powers, ,
that yon men would imagine yourselves. Oh
that some power would
the giftie gle you
To see yourselves others you'll"
but let's drop the su6ject,-you see we're
not going TO apologize.
What is that you are hiding away in that Aver.
nus of pocket?-as if we didn't see at glimpse
it was old newspapers OH adore old news
papers,-they are our besettingsin. We eau scent
out file of them at any appreciate distance, anC
are sure to make for their locality, straight as
honey bee to a buckwheat field. There, don't hide
them away in the depths OF "Chaos and old Night,
Qor that unfathomable pocket seems nothing less,
don't be afraid of Us, we entreat you. Don't i'm
agine OF those intensely profound individuals
who keep continually smenting the degeneracy o
mental power, the dreadful dearth OF poetca talent:
and the contemplate pretensions of newspaper
literature and lyrics in general Not a bit of il, =
now we will wager our last bouquet, livery nice
affair it todS too) that will take up the first ola
newspaper that comes TO hand, and find something
in it" either to amuse, interest," instruct any one
whose heart is not yet "a turned to dust" Like
the beautiful and unexpected upspringing OF a wild
flower in his path, it peers out and meets the eye
Of the Teller the rocks imDartiDu ax
quiste, though transtory pleasure. They are just
the reading for a sultry summer morning. In Oul
hours of istlessness depression the sparkle OF
solitary gem of though flashing from amid surround
ing rubbish, will beam down through the shadows
of the soul, and like the tabled sparks of Prone
thean fire, kindle up the gloom with a beautiful
though evanescent glow Remember we are talk.
ing about old newspapers, new ones don't answer
our purpose half so well,-they must be old, and
time discolored, and with pieces torn out of them il
possible, so that you cannot more than half max
out the idea of the writer, but are obliged TO sit
down, and think for yourself the remainder. That
is what we call interesting" papers. Here is one
sentence on this little scrap which has been torn
off, and dropped from your and;-how full it is Of
thought,-how overlooking with instruction II
runs, -"Let the dead past bury ats dead" There is
a sweet Hope in it, speaking to US thus. Come
away lit says,) from out the long shadows which
are falling from the tall monuments and dark cy.
press of the Bygone; come over the dark lines that
lie tremulous upon its green graves creeping slow
ly down to the very verge Of the Present. Come
with US out into the shining day, where the suns
beams shall play around us fresh from Heaven, as
gloriously and as joyously as though no tear had
ever spanked and exhaled" beneath its bright
blue arches
The flowers of Memory are crushed and trampled
beneath the iron heel. and hurrying march Of an
advancing age; come then with ME, and gather for
thy brow and bosom the fresh blossoms noa1 spring
ing in thy pathway. The roof tree of thy child
hoods home is messy and ivy grown its trees
where thy name stood INTERVENING with another,
carved upon the smooth bark, are wthered and fsL
len; its once blithe songs are mute the "harp
in Taras halls" and its beautiful little world shut
in by the horizons rim, is changed and desc
late Come but from amid their ruins. Leave the
the monumental marbles of the PAsr,-use we'll
the rich gold OF the PREsENT,-press forward in
search Of radiant jewels 10 the FUrURE. Listen TO
the mighty music of humanity's great heart; ARE
the swift and silent football ofThought as she walks
the echoing aisles of thine own tried spirit. For
get TO chant the Bliserere Of the years gone BY
send peang up TO Heaven the great re De1ma OF a
lofty purpose, and life full the glorious music of
action and endurance. THINk,-and when the
thick iertilizng clouds Of thy thought hang heavi
" around the heights oil Mind, send them down
upon hrsting world the genial, vvifying rains;
and let that lightning which has forgotten the thun
ders Of the sky, carry the ''live thunder" Of thy
thought, quivering along les wire, from city to city,
aud from soul to soul
Looking forward toward the Future, stand upon
the verge OF existence, and catch a Pisgah like
view Of the boundless, and the eternal. The temp
ests OF Life are behind thee,-the world beneath
thy feet It's rocky pInuacles just piercing the
gloom below, rise not into thy serene atmosphere;
its psl-ike mists pansing 10 dark obseurty beneath
ascend no more into thy elo1dless empyrean Look
out then, upon the immeasurable ocean OF the To
Come, and let the stars rolling up from their
everlasting deeps. and threading immensily with
countless lines OF light carry thy spirit forward to-
wards the realms OF the Infinite. IL the guiding
stars Of thy childhood have bid themselves away iR
the bae abyss OF space take thoa the telescope OF
faith. and bring them again 20 thy heart from the
upper deeps" II thy childheo1's horizon hes "a
pauded, and lifted away from thee, take unto thee
the wings Of the morning" aud in the spirit OF as
piration and devotion, soar to il again. And II Thy
hearts home be desolaie,-n the stars look in
through les roof tree and the coarse grass springs
iro the ashes on its hearthstone. Geek thou early
for the entrance 10 "Oar Fathers home Of ''many
FoanSi0ua p~fhe sshoass not made xith handa etar