Oroville daily Butte record., 1857-01-05
Omuills Dailq Dutte Rstorh.
Brook Side Reveries.
By HARRY HAZELwOoD.

the gloom,
And on the dark green grass, beside the
brink
OF haunted stream, that by the roots of oak
Rolls DER the rocky channel, lie at large
Thompson.
To escape from the dusty city, and
revel mid the broad panorama of Ma
ture, as displayed in the vernal splen-
dor of midsummer, is my delight.
Seated on messy bank, deep within
the shade of some majestic monarch Of
the forest, where, protected from the
burning rays of he sun, | can enjoy
the pleasing landscape. / love to sit for
hours, giving nay thoughts up 10 rcfec-
ton, and in contemplating the glories
OF nature so profusely scattered around
me, imagination often invests the scene
with real living characters, enjoying
the bliss which seems so iaseparablc
from such an elysium. The rurai sports
of the swsins aad shepherds at close
of day, when their work is done, as
graphically described by romanoers,
appear in the foreground, while the
shepherds flock, reposing quietly ia the
distance, is suggestive Of that simplici-
ty and virtue SO usually found in places
remote from the haunts and vices Of
city life. Or, wandering from such
scenes to the beautiful rsalit;es before
us, forsakirg the poetry of the imasin.
alton for the actual poetic Inspiration
of the vernal Eden before us, every
thing spon which we gaze seems to be
good, and lovely, and beautiful. Our
hesrts claim acquaintance with all that
meets the eye, and we feel deeply inn
pressed by every little event which
takds place around us.
The sporting butterfly, as it flies
from flower to flower, The warbling
birds, whose notes of melody enliven
the gloom and makes the heart glad,
and the flowers that lie scattered pro-
tusely around, shedding their fragrance
over the beautiful scene--aIl strike the
poetic fancy. | lovo the fair and beau.
tiful blossoms that are scattered so
abundantly over the banks of the little
stream at my feet, with their frail pc.
tails trembling to the pleasant murmur.
ings of the brooklet that trafics its me-
lody for gales of odor. 1t seems as if
they were gifted with feeling and
perception of the loveliness of nature;
and [ cannot carelessly pluck them
from their frail stems, and throw them
aside to their early whitening. 'Tis like
defacing the pages of a fAvoriie book
of poetry, 'ronnd which the spirit of
the bard seems lowering still in u per-
severing watchfulness.
1.-The wise
Read nature like the manuscript of Heaven,
And call the flowers its poetry"
Beautiful flowers they are the jewel
ry of tins charming season, and brave
ly do they decorate the laughing brow
of Spring, gladdening all hearts with
their exceeding loveline>s. A beauti-
tul writer, in speaking Of flowers, has
said:
"The flowers whose petals are one
by one falling to Mother Earth, from
whence their beauty rose, may mind
you of some one who early blossomed
and faded ere the evening came; and
the sweet fragrance of those decaying
withcred leaves, ascending upward,
whence, from sunshine, rain, and dew,
they gathered sweetness, fingers like
the memory of the lamented one, still
sweet and fresh, while the spirit scars
back t. IT'S Author, Again, if you are
in a glad Or hopeful mood, some beau
teous bud will speak in truthful tones
of JOY in tutnre store. and hope will
paint a bright tomorrow, when all
those lovely tmts shall be unfoIded to
admiring, atfectionate eyes, making
glad the hearts that have long watched
for its expanding beauty. SO shall ye
watch lest the blight fall upon your
opening prospects. and strive to bright.
en- and develop your powors in bright
colors, and streng. rich verdure, whose
fruiiion shall be all the buds promis-
ed"
An elegant writer thus cherishes
this conceit "Yes, talk with the
flowers; their voice Is sweet aud musi-
cal, their language pure and elegant,
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