The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-08-26

Letter from Gossip.
DEAR JOURNAL IL am in the country the
dust, and hustle, and noise Of the city have been
Exchanged for the quiet stiffness Of the country
brick walls have been changed into g,een
fields, the majestic woods, the aowing river, and
the thousand aud one beauties which ever adorn
the face of nature" How delightful the change
To gossip with you dear Jo rnal, surrounded as
| am, by so much that attracts the eye, and by
50 much that is calculated to lull the senses into
repose, requires an effort What shall say p
might speak of the trees and fields, but they
speak for themselves, they are continually talk
ing to u.s. and in a language so eloquent that
dare not think of trying to become their rival.
No, let them do their own gossiping, let each
blade of grass each ma jcstio tree tell its own
story; am only here to listen aud to admire.-
There is an eloquence proceeding from the very
stiffness of nature, which appeals to mans feel
ings as no voice,uo sound, no utterance Of IDEAS
can. 1t is the "still, small voice" of Deity,
whispering to us mortals through the medium
ollhs handi-works." He points to them and
bids us to behold their perfection, their utility,
their beauty, and their majestic simplicity. Yes,
their majestic simplicity, for they are majestic,
though they are so simple and lovely, that we
listen to what they tell us as to tale'of love-
| do not intent preaching you sermon, dear
Journal, nor yet to b. over pathetic aud senti-
mental on so commonplace subject as the
country but there are worse subjects, neverthe-
less, to preach sermons from indeed, | think
there are few more fertile in all that is requi-
site to make up good sermon. Who, that has
read Goldsmth's Deserted Village" has not
felt himself preached to by the beautiful pic
lures therein drawn Of the quiet and beautiful
country, and the unussumng and the unpre
tending habits Of the quiet country folk. So
also might it be said of Irving's Pride of the
Village" No one can read either without feel
ing that it is in the country we must look for
what is innocent, pure, aud lovely. 1t is there
that we see the impress of Him whose meanest
work is perfection. His works are living PAN
Drama Of beauty and goodness, combining in ex-
quisite perfection what is lovely to b. hold, what
is delicious to the taste, in short what is neces-
sary for the full qualification of mans nature -
TO leave the city, therefore, where all speaks of
man, and to seek the country, wh're everything
speaks OF God and his goodness, is a sensible ex.
change, which every man possessing heart
cannot fail to enjoy. But, dear Journal, l am
growing so feariully sentimental that fancy
see you looking at me from the corners of your
eyes; but care not, have right to speak my
mind, and if some etimes fall into the melting
mood !" you must bear with me, for it is no, Oft
EN- that trouble you with such weakness. 1t
is so long now that have been pent up in
walledin Cities that really, have been thrown
off my guard by this sudden transition from mud
and mortar to "growing nature and have,
naturally enough, been led to think softly of ev-
erything and every body The worst Of us, some
times, afflicted thus, and perhaps, all things
considered it is rather hopeful fact than 9th
erwise; for what encouragement would the
missionary have, if we poor sinners never felt
the promptings of our tender tendencies? But
as said at the outset, am not going to gossip
with you to day! feel too sensibly Tic inhuen-
ces that surround me. shall leave you, there
fore, while seek the shade Of those green woods
which invite me, and drink in the thousand de-
lights which this surrounding prospect offers
and dream dreams, say you while am busily
engaged in building castles in the air" Pos
sibly you are right, but even this sometimes i'm
parts pleasure by no means to be despised.--
Therefore, once more must say--Good by.
GOSSIP.