Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-06-18
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On Sunday night, there was great opening
and shutting of doors in Heaven, il one might
infer anything from tas bread beams thst cash.
cd affair into tho darkness. The wheels Of the
flying artillery, cad the tramp Of steeds ratified
around the horizon. and all the Juras of the sky
| answered from their misty shrouds" to the roll
of the thunder
just to see what it will do. is busy. day and
night paying its annual June tribute. Eleven
trusts committed to il last autumn, packed up
in the most delicate and curious of russell port
manteaus, have been already surrende red and
| so eleven tints and fashions of flowers spangle
| the grass as II some rainbow had been SILVER
ednto fragments there, and strown along the
sod.
| Philosophers have little to say about Il, but
we are not so very sure that rairbows are not
born in such places that the tear in the Violst's
blue eye, and the dewy diamonds upon the jack
cts of the "Sweet Williams" and in the golden
| bowls OF the daisies, for some Cleopatras drink
| ing, and have not gone up to dance attendance
| on the Sun, each bearing the tint Of the leaf it
| shone on.
| But about that patch OF prairie set In shs
midst of gardens and cornfeds the plough GO
ing on one hand, and the hoe plying on the 9th
er, we love to think it is Nature having holi-
day that it has nothing to do that is not pas
| time; that the steel share never wounded il;
! that the scythe was nsvsr swayed over Ii. BY
and by, when all she world round about, is bro
ken and subdued this bit of free earth may be-
come luxury, if we can afford to keep it; sam
| pie OF what the West was in the morning; OF
| what so charmed the eyes Of old La SALE, and
gladdened the hearts OF the pioneers who thought
| TO themselves, "if Nature is so beautiful when
she only smiles, what will she be when she
laughs outright with the harvest ="
II is wonderfully more easy to 90 up, than Il
/ ANNu IL
finding it out.
| The brave fellow that went up the edge Of the
preeipice Gods mason work-and put the tips
of his toes into the crevices whence Natures
mortar had fallen, and attained the top and sat
down on the messy crag and thanked Goo, wisely
left the other thing sseope; he did not attempt
to go doDn again.
But the secret of success lay as much in his
eyes as 1t did in his sinews; he looked the way
he was going Had he turned his glance down.
ward, he would still have gone the way he was
looking, and we should have had another sort of
story to tell
Easier to 60 up than il is to go down II vo,,
do not think 30, think of the pair of green leaves
| that nave come cut of the ground as thew make
their way steadily up, through the rain and
through the shine, the day ana through the dark
ness until they reach the limit of the law of oaks.
and the breezes make music in their branches.
when the noon IS breathless, How lightly those
ponderous arms swing out into the middle region
OF the air between cl0d and cloud how the birds
flash in and out of their green recesses how tho
shadows in sunny weather, vibrate east and
west far out from its base beat a day how the
rosy fingers of the Morn are laid in blessing on
its cOronal,au its leaves burn with the lingering
Suns good night.
50. like the temple Of God, has il gone noise.
iessiy up the stroke of its great pulses is never
heard more silent i'll its building than tho nest
that the robins are making softer in its going,
than the crystal lapse Of tho Eeady stream,
And all the way along it went without ap Of.
ford The stag often rubbed his antlered head
against the swaying sspling a little while ago;
the oak wrestlcs with the angel of the wind to-
day, and it's arms prevail
! But when that frame begins to be dismantled,
aud Nature 10 take down the column she has
buli1ed, how different Is the order Of its going
She has mutfied it with moss; she has removed
one by one, its cTcaking branches, but she cannot
alleviate its fall when il comes at last there is
Il crash. and an ECHO in the sounding woods and
Il wreck along the ground
Ho" lightly the spire springs, into the as Dir;
if it would touch tine heaven with its siieEt s,ircr
how gracefully it refnss away, as it rises, ana
you watch the workmen, swinging higher and
higher rs it visibly grows, from day to day; for
the sound of hammers comes family down, like
! The tick Of distant clock, and the men creep
like atomiea nearer to its point, and hang like
gatnerers Of ssmpLire above the world.
ASBut when Time lays its heavy band upon that
swaying spire and its pure wIite IS tRrnishcd
into gray. and the worms are busy in its cflng
bling timlers. and it crashes downward in a cloud
Of dust aud lies an unseemly wreck upon the
earth; and we look upward at the empty air, that
closes silently above its fall, as if it had never
been, oil grace and beauty are stricken from the
thought.
| Orators and authors as we'll oaks and stespies
fluid 1t easier to go up than it is to come down
Many 4 one who has risen like u rocket, in a
curve of glory, has descended like rocket, a
backened stick Anybody can climb u climax,
but few caa get back again to terra 6rma without
an awkward scramble. yspturoqs ;eronauts
sometimes take innocent and coDfding audiences
above Olympus. in a splendid flight and then.
cruelty ''let all co. and down they como with.
out benefit of clergy" to dull earth again,
Common prudence should suggest to many
speaker the prcpriety Of attaching parachute to
his peroration.