Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-06-04

| Well IN MS new home, and is in fair WAY tC
realize his golden dream
From the Chicago Journal.
Outdoor Preaching.
| The miracle of Spring is beginning. Leafsss in
deed stand the great woods and shvering in the coo
north wind. The joints Of rheumatic oaks creak
| dlsinally and there is moan in the naples the
| skeleton orchards brown and gray upon the
southern slopes, but the sun is shining, and the
clock of time ticks in the heart of May. A Jan.
uary fire rolls and up the chimneys capacious
| throat the water-p pail is nightly glazed with ice
but the birds abroad, and their songs in ell
the air. Not wisp of hay remains in the broad !
| deep bay OF the barn, and the COWS decline ITO
give down. and the lambs going where the good
lambs ;go, though the lilacs budding and the
willows have frnged the streams with green.
| How full of the dear, old music of summer, are
wood and orchard, and field Even the great empty
barn. with its ribs of oak is atwtter with swallows
who dart in and out at the diamond doors in the gable
| and the mud plastered cottages that are built along
! the rafters The Robins singing the self same
songs they sang thousand years ago. and the Finch
es are untarnished and golden as ever Down by
the marsh the Bobo links ringing their little bells
and swinging to and fro upon the little bushes that
sway in the wind. The Brown Threshers have built
their nests in the fence corners and the heaps of
brush Baltimore 0riole flickered like flake of
fire through the garden, this morning, and drifted
away behind the barn we frightened up Whip.
poor will yesterday from among the wthered leaves
and we found Blue birds nest with single egg,
in hollow stump ia the pasture. little gray oou-
pie are busy building in cleft of the barpost, and
little Trojan in speckled jacket is about to keep
house tho loaded end ofthe well sweep, that oes
up forty times a day, and comes down with bang
Why didn't the little idiot take up his quarters in
the Bucket fortnight ago, John hung his JACKIE.
upon the fence, and to-day he shook out nest and
two eggs as blue as thesky, from one of the pockets
There is singing everywher from the tuft of gray
grass there comes a small tune of two notes and q
rest, and then two more from the second rail of the
fence, gush of melody from the roofrdge, Solo,
from the depths of the air Of angel calling unto
angel. The birds and tho buds make it May, and
May it shall be.
Yesterday was Sunday, clear and as cool as
charity, and yesterday we got into good company,
for once in way, and went to church in the woods.
The gray temple that God builtlooked dull andempty
approached, but as'wc entered; the birds were
singing an anthem, and Nature had begun to work
miracle Last winter, we fleundered to the Jan
uary service and the drifts how huge they WERE and
the white of the forest stretched out in
silent benediction stern and cold like the blessing
ofold Puritans. Now the earth is strown with the
wthered leaves of gone summer that rusled artic-
ulately beneath the thoughtful foot and said, as
words can never say il: "ln the midst of life, we
are in death, and thus the sermon began. And then
the birds all around, began to sing aud ihe wood
dove to mourn with her mate and SO this passage of
| Scriptures read ont: 1.-The winter is over and
gone the time OF the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in the land And
after that, two sparrows who were blown away last
autumn by the keen northeaster, and that nobody
thought to again, sang simple song, the burden
whereof was mot sparrow fnlleth to the ground
without Him.. delicate white Hover that had lifted
away a Counterpart of damp, gray leaves, stood up
in its place. at the foot af agreat tree, and what did
we have then, Thou fool, that whichthou sowest
| is not quickened, except it de-Behold show you
amystery shall not all sleep, but we shall all be
changed and the little stars oil PINK ana white
lowersi that clustered il q constellation about
the messy rock, lifted up their voices and sang, even
they did in times morning lone glory there Is ot
the SUM- and another glory of the moon and another
glory of the stars for star dierth from star in glory
also is the resurrection of the dead and thus the
doctrine was demonstrated, and robin that minute
began TO sing. Then, there went noiseiessly over
the deuu ienV tl'e3 10y and over the preachers
and over them that prayed small shadow and
| ooking up, a white fleece of cloud was drifting by
and It said as 1t went, thus passeth human lie,
and the wind breathed low sigh and the service
went on and all the while the birds were busy as
could be- carrying tnbers and tapestry and bnuches
ofSdown, for the homes they were building, and one
sang as she wrought, the better the day and her
mate took it up, with, the better the deed, and the
Sabbath unbroken, shone on. few bees, brave as
their fellows that dared the dead lion Of old Samp
sons time, went bugling, along the neighboring
felde, feeble charge against the living hon OF the
! North.
Walking along the grand, old aisles upon whose
floor last summers dead were lying, recalled the
time ere the first flakes fell and the relenting
year looked back and smiled sad and sweet a
! smile, even our dead who stand sometimes upon
the holy threshold of dream when that last breath
of those dead leaves went heavenward, and like
prayer, and Indian Summer charmed the drowsy
earth and golden air. But there lie no dying now
The graves are opened To- the violet comes the la
dy slippers dance upon the air while Sweet Williams
| stand admiring by.
Grand sermons preached they ALL Of faith and
hope, and beauty yet to be, and as we turned away
there in the field, passage from the Sermon on the
| Mount, wrapped i'll green silk was lying and what
it but behold tho lilies of the field, how they
| grow they toll not neither do they spin, and ye
Il N Qrr0Vpu
of these So with fragments OF sermons and snatchei
of songs strown aloag the way we left the temple o.
the Lord and bore away with US some OF the preach
and some of the singers and some OF the beauties
of the great congregation i'll that mighty minister
We dsmanted fallen tree of one OF Natures studios
"a broad green mat of moss piece of velvet from
the very loom that wove the glory of morning, anc
bore it home for Sunday Reading One wonders, OF
perusng it awhile, how he could ever have set hi
foot such dainty piece of work, for there writ
ten in Gods fine hand, are maple groves, and close
fed pastures for tiny herd, and little pines, Ike
flaments of feathers ana emerald hls, full crowned
with woods and IN ANAL valleys, Ike dimples IN thu
cheek of infancy, mimic lily, like starlight in
tear The least OF Alps with sand grain cliffs; spear
for atomies, tipped with drop of red trees, full
round inch i'll height, touched AT the top with some
thing like a sunset clever field broad as linnet
wing and tufts of shrubs that might hide hunted
gnatfrom some small sportsman in those mimic fields
a landscape done in little picture Nature painted
on Holidays and Sundays, and so Ind death that IL
some fallen tree lay like Titan all abroad o.
wrapped Herewith. the cold, hard rock
i Aud this bright landscape, fair as Eden land, un
rolled upon a dinner plate was served up for Love
of beauty's feast, where fancy sat as guest, anC
Hope stood by. How earnest Nature IL, IN all sh,
does How finished is her work, from moss to noun
tain The tint grlhood's ripened lip is well lait
on, indeed but with no greater care than that which
set those rubies III the green fields Of Mossand
And so that plate of moss ''reads like n book =
month ago, those pines were not; nay, the smal
mountain where they thrive, was not embossed up
on the velvet then; and here we look upon the pro
g-amme of what earth shall be- the finished miracle
of Spring what earth shall be- despite complaint Gnt
evil prophecy.
Take Nature at her word, even the birds that
trusts her. and toll and sing, though SHOWS have
drifted to the heart OF May. Look not abroad TO
token that the end is near. No telescope ray shal
eer descry times brown October but when thu
birds forget to build their summer hsInes, and bes
the woods; when roses lose their fragrance and tbe
flush; when on just such another scroll Of noss]
landscape, as reading now, no promises ar,
made, then know that earnest Nature has weariet
of her work, and seeks Holiday at Last.
i BoATs AND BoATISG.-The large and spiritss