San Andreas independent., 1857-04-25

III the stlll evening hour, when the bust
ness of the day was over, found his mind
in that state, half between thoughts and
dreams; feeling satisfied with everything
around him, and looking upon the great
struggle of life, as the events of the dav
or week pass in hasty review, with full
consciousness that mankind are but full
filling their every day destiny; wesce some
succeeding in every enterprise in which
they embark, whilst others are wrecked
almost as soon as they have pushed their
bark from shore. Yet, amidst all the ruin
around us, why should we fear? Do the
flowers cease to bloom because, perchance,
the scythe may cut them down when they
shall have clothed themselves in beauty
and loveliness? Do the trees refuse to
put ON their green foliage when invited by
the balmy breath Of spring, or the warm
summers sun, because the sound of the
woodman's axe echoes amongst the hills?
Should we then despair, or cease to feel
and act, because, possibly we may fail in
our undertakings? We should rather let
our efforts increase in strength, in proper
tion to the obstacles we are compelled to
surmount How can the young talk or
think of failing in any laudable and praise
worthy enterprise when they have health
talents and ambition, even though they
are poor and friendless. Look at the myr-
lads of books in existence now, each page
OF which is picture of some phase of the
human mind; where, oh weak and despair
ing youth, is the picture of thine? Are
you melancholy go travel with Gold
smith back to the deserted village; sit
down with him beneath the tree on the
village green, and contemplate the scenes
of his boyhood Go, take walk with
Gray through the silent country church
yard, when " the curfew tolls the kncll
of parting day. and the setting sun frin-
ges with gold the western sky, with moth
ing to disturb the calm quiet of your re-
Elections but the bleating of the distant
fold, or the music of the whistling con-
tented plough-boy. Go journey with By
ron on the blue bounding pillows of the
deep, or wander with him beneath the
mellow softness and beauty of Italian skies.
Go, read the sweet, wild, musical verses
OF the unhappy Collins, and listen to the
heart-stirring notes of Mrs Hemans.-
Weep, if you will, over the immortal Ten
nyson's "Queen of May" and follow him
through the windings of Locksley Hail.
Would you commune with Nature, 90 with
Longfellow through the pristine beauties
of " Hiawatha," and view the real poetry
OF nature. Are you lover, far from the
one you have chosen from all the world
around you as the object of your affections,
you will find all you could desire your dear
one to say, in the thrilling and eloquent
lines of Harrington to his Castara Forget
your own melancholy and sorrow, and
mourn over the untoward fate of the un-
fortunate Keats; or stand for awhile with
Bryants Indian Chief, at the burial place
of his fathers, and listen to his plaintiye
lament. Forget for awhile the cold care
less world around you, and gather sweet
inspiration from the spiritual nature of
Shelley, as portrayed in the Heaven-in-
spired lines of Epidschidion, or from the
mystic dreams of Dante; with such COM
panions how can you be sad? Why do
[ ask? There are hours when the heart
is sad, and we know not why. We are
separated from those we love; hope tells
us we shall again be united to those dear
ones; yet, sometimes, as if doubling what
Hope whispers, we allow dull melancholy
to wrap us in his sombre gloom, feeling
that the irresistible wheels of destiny press
on, whether we are merry or sad.-Wa-
Uerly Magazine.