The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1858-09-08

1t WAS q pleasure to look at them IN coIn-
nany with my young friend. There were
the shrubs and flowers in the Franklin
Place front yards, or borders; Commerce
is just putting his granite foot upon them.
Then there are certain small seraglio-
gardens, nto which one may get peep
through the creYices Of high fences, one
in Myrtle Street, or backing Oh it,-here
and there one at the North and South
Ends. Then the great elms in Essex
Street. Then the stately horse chestnuts
in that vacant lot in Chambers Street,
which hold their outspread hands over
your head, Gas I said in my poem the
other day, J and look as ifthey were whis-
pering, "May grace, mercy and peace be
with you "-and the rest of that bene-
diction. Nay, there are certain patches
Of ground, which having lain neglected
for time, Nature, who always has her
pockets full Of seeds, and holes in all her
pockets, has covered with hungry plebian
growths, which fight fol life with each
other, until some of them brood-leayed
and succulent, show coarse vegetable
tapestry which Raphael would not have
disdained to spread over the foreground
Of his masterpiece. The Professor pre-
tends that he found such onein Charles
Street, which i'll its daredevil impudence
of rough-and-tumble vegetation, beat the
pretty behaved flower beds of the Public
Garden as ANONYMOUSLY as group Of
young taterlemalions, playing pitch-and
toss beats row of Sunday school boys
with their teacher at their head.
Idon't know anything sweeter than this
leaking in of Nature through all the
cracks in the walls and floors of cit:es.-
You heap up million tons of hewn rocks
Oh a square mile or two Of earth which
was green once The trees look down
from the hil-sides and sk each other, as
they stand on tip-toe,--"What are these
people about?" And the small h5lbs at
their feet look up and whisper back
eve will 90 and Sec" So the small
herbs pack themselves in the least posi-
bic bundles, and wait until the wind steals
to them at night and whispers, Come
with me-" Then they go softly with it
into the great city,-one to cleft in the
pavement, one to q spout on the roof
one to seam in the marbles over q rich
gentleman's bones, and one to q grave
without stone, where nothing but man
is icd,-and there they grow, looking
down on the generations of men from
mouldy roofs, looking up from between
the less trodden payemcnts, looking out
through iron-cemctery ratings. Listen
to them, when there is only light breath
stirring, and you will hear them saying to
each other, await awhile" The words
run along the telegraph of those narrow
green lines that border the roads leading
from the city, until they reach the slope
ef the hills, and the trees repeat in low
murmurs to each Other, wait awhile"
BY and by the flow Of life in the streets
GIBBS, and the old leafy inhabitants
the smaller tribes always in front-saun-
ter in, ono by one, very careless seeming
ly, but very tenacious, until they warm
SO that the great stones cape from each
other with the crowding of their roots,
and the feldspar begins to be picked out
of the granite to find them food. At last
the trees take up their solemn line of
march, and never rest until they have en-
camped in the markot-place. Wait long
enough and you will find an old doting
oak hugging a huge worn block in its
yellow underground arms; that was the
corner stone of the State-House Oh,
so patient she is, this imperturable Ma
ture.