Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1857-11-20

1depicted a rural scene But nature has
forms and proportionsibeyond the painters
Iskillj her divine pencil touches the land
iscape with living lights and shadows never
mingled on his pallet, What is there on
earth which can more entirely charm the
eye, or crafty the taste, than noble
farm2 1t stands upon southern slope,
gradually rising with variegated ascent
from the plain, sheltered from the moth
western winds by woody heights, broken
here and there with moss-covered bouldcrs,
which impart variety and strength to the
Poutline The native forest has been cleared
from the greater part of the farm, but a
suitable portion, carefully tended, remains
in wood for economical purposes, and to
give picturesqu effect to the land
scape. The eye ranges three-fourths of
the horizon over fertile expanse, bright
with the cheerful waters of rippling
stream, a generous river, OF cleaning lake
dotted with hamlets, each with its modest
spire and, if the farm lies in vicinity of
the coast, q distant glimpse from the high
grounds of the mysterious, everlasting sea,
completes the prospect. 1t is situated off
the high road, but near enough to the vii
lage to be accessible to the church, school
house, the post Office, the railroad, a sociable
neighbor, or travelling friend 1t con-
sists in due proportionof pasture and till
age, meadow and woodland, field and gar
den. A substantial dwelling, with every
thing for convenience and nothing for am
bition, with the fitting appendages ofstable,
and barn, and corn barn, and other farm
buildings, not forgetting spring-house
with living fountain of water,-occupies
upon gravelly knoll, a position well
chosen to command the whole estate.
A few acres on the front, and on the
sides of the dwelling, set apart to crafty
the eye with the choicer forms of rural
beauty, are adorned with stately avenue,
with noble solitary trees, with graceful
clumps, shady walks, velvet lawn, brook
murmuring over a pebbly bed, here and
there grand rock, whose cool shadow at
sunset streams across the fed; all display
ing, in the real loveliness of nature, the
original of those landscapes of which art
in its perfection strives to give the counter
felt presentment. Animals of select breed,
such as Paul Potter, and Morland, and
Landseer, and Rosa Bonhur never painted,
roam the pastures or Fill the hurdles and
the stalls; the, plough walks in rustic
majesty across the plain, and opens the
genial bosom of the earth to the sun and
air; natures holy sacrament of seed time
is solemnized beneath the vaulted cathedral
sky; silent dews, and gentle showers, and
kindly sunshine, shed their sweet influence
on the teemping soil springing verdure
clothes the plain; golden wavelets, driven
by the west wind, run over the joyous
wheat field; the tall maize aaunts in her
craispy leaves and nodding tassels-while
we labor and while we rest, while we wake
and while we sleep, Gods chemistry, which,
we cannot see, goes on beneath the clouds;
myriads and myriads of vital cells, fermcnt
with elemental life; germ and stalk, and
leaf and flower, and silk and tassel, and
grain and fruit, grow up from the common
earth; the mowing-machine and the reap
er-mute rivals of human industry--per-
form their gladstone task; the well piled
wagon brings home the ripened treasures
of the year; the bow of promise fulfilled
spans the foreground of the picture, and
the gracious covenant is redeemed, that
while the earth remaineth, summer and
winter, and heat and cold, and day and
night, and seed time and harvest shall not
fail, .aH s.i'.r r hgG s'ens s.i
LITTLE NGs,---Springs are lite
things; but they are sources of large