The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1858-04-07
A HANDFUL OF CHIPS.
Selected from the CHICAGO JOURNAL.

A HANDFUL OF CHIPS.
Selected from the CHICAGO JOURNAL.
| To feed the bird in the nest is QUE
thing. To teach him to fly, and seek
food and shelter for himself is quite an
other thing.
The teaching of the majority of our
schools is instruction. sort of syno-
nym stufing. :
The lines in which Byron likcns the as
pect of Greece to beautiful corpse, are
familiar to our readers.
The poet in a note on the passage, re-
marks that this peculiar beauty remains
but few hours after death.
Leslie, the painter, declares that when
ever solicited to paint portraits Of the
dead, he entered the room reluctantly,
but so did the beauty of the pale face
grow upon him, that he always turned
away with regret.
A beautiful girl-bcautiful i'll youth,
health and purity-who wakes from sleep
at touch of morning light as the flowers
do, with cheerful grace; whose first
tones, as the birds are, are the most mu-
steal of the day; from whose brow every
trace of yesterdays wear and last nights
care is swept away, even as the face Of
Nature is renewed and frightened by the
dew in summer time such girl is
worth the winning.
AS pure spark may be stricken out
by the rusty steel, so thought of beauty
may s,intillate from rough and angular
soul. .tnoca q
If one theme more than another dcser-
YES the choicest of illustration, the most
sinewy argument and the most persuasive
appeal, that theme is Heaven and the
hopes that hang on it, like dews upon
the morning.
How complete is the picture Of plac-
ID lake in these lines -
stTbo cu-,p nv, c,y-oo{ Norr,. IL,
Floats dOuble-swan and shadow"
Beautiful is the epitaph of Ellen As
tore.
"Rcad this small tablet DER,
That holds my epitaph upon its check of
Here lies a simple girl,
Like pale spring flower, nipt in its sweet life
Ere it had bloomed--no more.
They tell of hands that futter snow
flakes along the strings of some harp MS
SOULFUL as Tara's. Ye who have hands
brown and broad, and would make them
beautiful exceedingly only bring a cup
Of cold water to the lip that can bequeath
you nothing but a blessing; only smoothe
the rough pillow of Poverty; and that
peerless hand shall be yours. When We
see youth so rich in beauty and the light
of smiles, and think how they might sprin-
kle cold winter of humanity with flowers,
even like the coming of Spring, if they
would: how that radiant glance thrown
away in the Assembly Room, would, if
softened with sympathy, make little
day in some dark, sad heart, that should
last January night out, we wonder they
will be SO prodigal of the fair gifts of
Heaven. That song you sang last night
in the parlor. is forgotten to-day, but
had you given, aye, but single strain Of
it in some humble chambrc or other,
through whose one dim window, strugrd
'fceblv and cold the morning light it
would have been remembered living
thought of dying, -and murintred softly
ovor IN tue l,;s:uses of the new song in
Heaven.
We hayo horror of the old English
Grammars. Our recollections Of them
are a sort of intellectual nightmare. We
remember our feats in that mysterious,
indescribable operation called parsing.-
A passage Of poetry WIS taken, tho prince
of English rhyme was the victim. the
class was called up and the operation
commenced.
First it was transposed,' which was
nothing more nor less than turning the
beautiful thoughts wrong side out; mutt
lating, numbering, everything but eating
the immortal lines. We wonder the bard
slept well where they laid him.
This being done and the fragments
strewed in every direction.we brought in
to play our chronological lore; '.a prepo-
sition is word that connects words and
| shows the relation between them"
How many pupils do you imagine, ev-
er paused to inquire whether the relation
alluded to, was blood relation, or rela-
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