The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1858-03-31
NUMBER IL.
SPRING..

What magic word How we delight to
anticipate thy coming through the long and
dreary winter months We have awaited
thee with anxiety. Thou art here at last
We sal ute thee we bid thee welcome.-
Thou comest TO infuse Joy and gladness i'll.
to every heart thou ART the harbinger of
many good things in embryo ; thou comest
decked and adorned like youthful maiden,
with floral beauties entwined about thee
All nature rejoices the feathered songsters
are glad they sing with sweeter notes
they delight to bask in thy warmth in
harmony and love they select their mates,
and begin TO build their nests together
they toll and care for their young, showing
all the maternal fondness that is possible for
kind and tender parent 10 exhibit. Shall
man--intellectnal man--fail 10 profit by
their example? We trust not Thou inIu-
sest new life and vigor in the vegetable
kingdom. Everything therein bids thee
welcome, and puts on gladsome appear
ance at thy approach even the emerald
turf is made 10 smile and greet thee even
the equatic animals rejoice and sing thy
praise.
Spring, like youth, is a season of antc.
patton. Il is then that everything looks
charming and lovely it is then we should
dig, plant and delve. We anticipate much,
and it is well that we do, for what is life
without anticipation? In truth, ii is the Joy
of life itself, although we often anticipate
much that is never realized. Who can walk
abroad on lovely morning in May, when
every tree and shrub is robed and adorned
with the wedding garment of floral beauty
when the senses are greeted at every turn
by vegetable odor of the most enchanting
kind-when the grass itself is made 10
smile with joy-when the very insects are
humming their notes ofgladness, and greet.
ing spring-we say who can, and not feel
his pulse beat with quicker stroke, and
his heart leap with Joy, and feel gratified to
the benefcent Creator for all the beauti.
ful and lovely things tina, He in his his good
ness bestowed upon man, TO cheer 10 en-
courage, TO gladden. his heart, and 10 bring
forth grateful emotions that will brighten his
labor in his journey through life ? Who can
doubt that spring is an emblem of eternal
Joy and felicity? We do not. We say that
the man who can walk abroad and behold
all these and not appreciate them in some
degree is unworthy to be called man hehas
defect, in his nature tha: he ought 10 be sor-
ry for. How kind of the Creator to bestow
upon man so many rare gems of floral beau.
ty with which he may embelish, adorn, and
beautify his home. What is more lovely,
when one is travelling, than TO see cottage
nestled among honey suckles and climbing
roses? How inviting to the traveller How
it bespeaks intelligence and virtue for the
inmates How it denotes the abiding place
Of industry and contentment Alas we
are sorry to say that in some parts of cir
country-even the old parts-those that
have beep settled for more than two hun
dred years, there is but little of this taste TO
be seen. One may often travel for whole
day in some of,he interior towns, and scarce
ly meet with any thing better than a COM
mon May rose. These things ought not to
be so, and we are sure they will not long re-
main plenty of good examples exist in va
rious parts Of the country, and fashion is
fast doing its work, nothing can long with.
stand her sway, as it is generally irresista-
BILE. In few years it will be as rare 10 see
a cottage without honey-suckles and climb
ing roses as it is now rare to see, old-fash-
ioned short pants and long stocks. Who
would wish to live without flowers Where
would the poet fly for his images of beauty,
if they were TO perish forever? Are they
not the emblems of loveliness and inno-
cence, the living types of all that is pleasing
and gracefula We compare young lips 10
the rose, and the white brow to the radiant
lilly the winning eye gathers its glow
from the violet, and the sweet voice is like
a breeze kissing its way through the flow.
ers. We hang delicate flowers on the silk
en- ringlets of the young bride, and strew
her path with the fragrant bells when she
leaves the church. We place them around
the marble face of The dead in the narrow
coffin, and they become symbols of our af-
fection-pleasures remembered and hopes
faded wishes flown and scenes cherished
the more that they can never return. Still
we look to the far off spring in other valleys
TO the eternal summer beyond the grave,
when the flowers that have faded shall again
bloom in starry fields, where no rude winter
can intrude. They come upon us in spring,
like the recollections of dream, which
hover o'er us in sleep, peopled with shad-
owy beauties and purple delights, fancy
broidered. Sweet flowers that bring be-
fore our eyes scenes of childhood--faces re-
membered in youth, when love was stran-
ger TO himself. The mossy bank by tho
wayside, where we so often sat for hours
drinking in the primrose with our eyes tho
sheltered glen, darkly green, filled with the
perfume of violets, that shone in their in.
tense blue like another sky spread upon tho
earth the laughter of merry voices ; the
sweet song of the maiden-the downcast
eye, the spreading blush, the kiss ashamed
at its own sound-.are all brought back tho
the memory by flower. FLORA, b.