Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1857-05-02
Written Jor tie Democrat.
The First of May.
by A TYPO.

by A TYPO.
We do not say, with the anti.utilitarian,
9Alas for the good old times" when peo-
pie went a-Maying; those rollicking an.
eostors of ours, old and young, matron
and maiden, sire and son. And rare sport
it was, to be sure; and the mimic Queen
of the Day was oftentime, doubtless, hap
pier than her who wore thejewelled diadem,
and swayed the scepter of power over ma
tions. Flowers fade, tits very true; yet
the crowned Of thezMay.pole's gathered
crowd, her insignia withered in q day,
saved at least her head from the pressure,
physical and moral, attendant on the in
heritors of thrones. We do not, We say,
regret altogether, that holidays are not SO
fashionabl, here as in some other countries.
and as erst they might have been in our
own land. Other means and moods of
enjoyment have taken their place. The
press, ever sending forth its forest of paper
leaves, perennial as they are, and thicker
than the poet ever dreamt Of in Vallam.
brosa's Vale, is one great diminisher Of
outdoor pastimes. The parlor and GEN.
ter table keep US from the fields and woods,
and the bye-ways. Steam, railroads, mag
netic telegraphs, and allsorts Of achinery,
have set the world agog, and there is no
time, in the hurry to get ahead, for pause
or dallianca with Nature, ever the same
You must be on board when the bell rings
The Watts, Fultons and Morses have
knocked romance into cooked hat
There is no poetry save in the practical
And there is poetry there in the spinning
jenny; in the steam-engine; in all thai
aids to develop genius, skill, and give en-
ployment to labor. But, about the first o
May,
The morning was lowering, and littl
hearts excited by alternate hope and fear
The question arose among the whiterobet
girls, can we gol Elderly maidens LOOKED
up and said they thought not mothers di
not exactly know; but the boys SAT-
, Come I" and that settled the affair.
) The young folks sailed forth, and ou
heart went with them: and we ssid at ou
labor, let the lip be wreathed with tn
smile of innocent girlh hood-the bright ey
: dance with joy, and the guileless tongu
' pour forth the thoughts Of hearts untouche
. by the cares and the SORROWS that will surel
c come. Let the pleasant voice ring out i
q the wildwood; pluck the first fiowrets
y Spring clasp while you can tho rose, ell
a the thorn shall pierce. The stern realitit
r of life, anon, will be upon you. The ey
d that now is bright and clear, may becom
5, dull and clouded; may become tearf
l. with untold grief the fair and sunny bro
= may be wrinklcd by care the elastic stt
1T drag heavily with toll, and the bosom no
1t beating with happiness that thrills throu!
= the heart, ye hardly know why, bear
st weight of wo of which ye wot not. I
- lip that now uttcrs the feeling Of the hea
st will learn to be silent, when that hea
IN would gladly give it utterapee, E
Sc joy, then, the hour, did our spirit say
ed the seekers of pleasure, while ye are
m, the springtime of life, for Summer, A
ed tumn and Winter will come to all thr
ho animate. Perpetual bloom is not of ar
lip May days, to you, WILSON be memories
ed the past, dimming in the distance; RENE
IS, brances, CLEANS of sunshine, save in ret
to spective visions, flashing forth, often, as
en- lightning upon the benightcd travel
rendering his way darker than before
On, Enjoy, then, VIC repeat finally, in ratio
ad manner, your young hours they arc wi
ow ing nOiselcssly but swiftly by, and o
er. gone, are gone forever,