The Winchester home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1858, 1857-07-11

regardless Of its sudden wrath or deceit.
lul smiles, and landed their weather.
beaten barks on Plymouth rock. Can
you not see the savage warrior with fash
ing esand throbbmg heart as he bcholdS
them stepping on his own, his native
shore, and tho mother in the door Of her
wigwam, playing with her infant, looking
on the scene with wonder and astonish,
mcnt, little imagining that the pale face
would become master Of the soil and
drive them from their hunting grounds
and the graves Of their fathers? See
again; the manly brow Of the chief is
contracted; his keen eye lii up BY his
ruling passion--revenge- as he marks the
rapid march Of civilization pressing him
on 10 the West. See their mourn(ul tread.
Hear the waiings Of despair as they bid
a long, q last adieu to THEN mountains,
their plains, their gentle flowing rivers,
their hunting grounds and canebrakes, 10
light their council fires far, far away from
the home Of their childhood. This Amer,
ca-the Gland Of the free and the home
Of the bravo"--was a vast wilderness, in.
habited by wild beasts and savages. Chris.
tianity and civilization soon wrought a
mighty change. The extended hunting
grounds, where the Indian (earlessly pur.
sued the fleeing game, are exchanged for
fields laden with luxuriant harvest. The
ma jcstic forests thatonce echoed with the
shout Of victory, and the war whoop, are
now covered with Aourishing cities and
where once the smoke Of the council fire
gracefully curled, now stands the pleasant
home of the pale face and upon the
moss grown turf where the child Of the
red man sported wildly and lcarlessly,
chasing the bright bird Of the varcgated
wing, or watching the Gnny tribe gam.
boiling in the limpid stream, now sports
the merry, light.heartcd child of better
fortune; and upon the same spot, sacred
to him as the home of his childhood,
statel y eliGces, dedicated to the Ruler Of
the storm and tempest, (the Great Amy
are erected; and the smoothly gliding
streams, the calm bosom of which was
only rippled by his ligh canoe, are now
plowed by ma este streams; and upon the
verdant lawn that once rcsounded with
the wild laugh and savage cries OF re olc
ing Indians, now stand proud and stately
structures COnSeCratcd to Minerva, bea-
con lights pouring their refu gent beams
upon this now prosperous land inviting
1'oach admirer of the classic Goddess TO
seek happiness in wandering in her end
less labyrinths and gathering gems of
priceless value. The war cry is cxchang-
ell for the merry laugh Of a oyous band
who have there assembled, all seeming
eager 10 lealn, with hearts nervod with a
bold and manly vigor TO brave the tyrant
ignorance, and grasp a jcwclcd crown
which is justly theirs
But to see the effects of change | need
not ask you to look back through the
dim vista Of the past, for all nature, could
we but hear or listen to her waiings and
rcioicings, would be burdcned with it.
The innocent bird, as it chirps its matin
lay, or Joins the evening choir, tells a sad
or Joyous tale. Behold the earth clothed
in the verdure of Spring, when all ma.
ture seems to rel ejoce that now no more is
heard Boreas urging on his impetuous
host to destruction, but the icy embrace
of Winter is broken and the northern
king is driven from his stormy throne by
the mild and gentle approach of the vcr.
nal ruler, beneath whose feet the delicate
Hover breaks 1t conflnlng letters and be.
slows timid greeting upon its benefac-
tor, and all natures choir Join in a song
Of glad welcome, and the earth smiles
beneath the cxuberance Of sweet flowers,
breathing their fragrance upon every pass
ing breeze. But while gazing, lost in
the admiration OF natures gorgeous live
ry, Springs vernal suns and refreshing
showers give way to Summers burning
sun and unclouded sky, and beneath he
smiles earth's foliage comes to rich exu
berance and perfection. But as fade
the golden twilight into darkness, s
passes the Summer into delightful Au
tumn, when all nature assumes her varie
gated garb, the fruit and grain perlecte'