Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1859-05-25

windows which for perfection of outline, felici-
tous grouping, freshness of colour and depth
of tone, delicacy Of shading, and magical effect
of sunlight and shadow l have never seen ex-
celled by the most finished artist of them all.
What pre- Raphaelite can paint me the minute,
yet distinctive features OF the trees and shrubs
browning the "Spruce Ledge" yonder,-from
the stately hemlock to the graceful teathery
ferns, with all their delicate "likeness in I'M
likeness !'-No one; cart may obey but not
surpass )" yet, God bless the Artists They
are the consecrated opponents of that inward
and eternal beauty of which this multiform
nature is but the fiecting type.
Thinking of art how can / fail to think of
ltaly-that fountain of beauty at which all
nations and tongues have drunk to be
satisfied. Widow of Empires, Niobe'of Ma
tions,-Grab der Veryangenheit,-Di dolore as.
tello,-Grave of the Past-Dwelling place of
sorrows now the poets gather together about
her bier and lavish sweet epithets on her, as
the Florentines lavish vioets on Sayonarola's
grave. Shall she wake to moral and political
regeneration We all remember the sweet
strain of 30 bella liberia p caught up from
little childs lips meath Casa Guidi windows
and repeated with such wonderful force and
fire by Elizabeth Barrett Browning-nor its
sorrowful finale, sad as the grave and yet,
like the grave, full of the prophecy of nobler
future. There is a stirring at her heart,-like
her Angeles wonderful conception of Day
her eyes are opening bold and passionate,
Flashing adherence on the darkness" but
will she firmly find her fate, will she stand
no longer cringing at Jesuit's feet, but erect,
queen among the nations
1t stirs the blood in our cool Northern veins
to read of the volunteers pouring into Turin to
range themselves under the banner of the Sar-
dinian king but while all my heart and soul
goes with them, l cannot but remember the
scenes of '4S-the bloody tragedy at Naples
and "lost Noyara"
1t is said that "heroc daring is success" but
heroic perseverance, is the true word, and the
leaders of the revolution, those high heroic
souls, Mazzini Garibaldi, Guerrozzi, and 9TH
ers, possesses this virtue, but how is it with
the people Have they attained that courage
and patience, that self-abnegation, that faith in
God and the soul which can alone give them an
insight into the sacred meaning and use of
freedom Will the consciousness of great
aims make them strong enough to win them,
this time, and pure enough to hold them? l
trust So l trust that the blood of the heroes
and martyrs of 1848 did not sink idly in the
sand, or merely go to blacken the cold stones
ofweary dungeons, but was transfused into the
veins OF the people, exercising by its power all
Jealousy and mean rivalries, all selfshness and
ignoble aims, and changing the glowing but
fitful enthusiasm Of that day into the strong,
steady heartbeat of resolute invincible pur-
pose.
Not that love war God forbid But that
love that peace still less whose finger on the
lips leaves stain of blood, whose boosted
fruits are sullen, silent hate, dull despair or the
vacant laugh of idiocy.
81 would have
Rather, the raking of their guns across
The world, and shrieks against heavens architrayC
Rather, the struggle in the slippery fosse
Ofdying men and horses and the wave
Blood bubbling
BY Christs own cross,
And by the faint heart OF my womanhood,
Such things are better than peace that sits
Beside the hearth In self-commended mood
And takes no thought how wind and rain by fits
Are bowling out of doors against the good
Ofthe poor wanderer. What your peace admits
OF outside anguish while II SITS at home!
! loathc to take its name upon my tongue
IL is no peace, IT'S treason stiff with doom
IT'S gagged despair and inarticulate wrong!"