The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1859-11-16
MISCELLANEOUS.
Letter from Nesl.,,

OAK GLEN Oct. 81, so
Friend 1tnaes::-We have had, for some
days past, the most dismal weather imagin-
able-enough to give one a fit Of the "blues'
in good earnest. There has been an almost
incessant cold north wind and the sun has
not been visible for the last three days.
But last night he gave us magnificent
pageant at his setting, as though repentant
for having so long hid from us the light and
glory of his countenance. He went right
regally to rest, with mass Of rich cloud
drapery, all crimson and gold, floating about
his couch, and truly believe that loveler
morning than this which is about us now,
never smiled out of heaven. 1t is true, Ma
ture having lived through her first lustres,
is beginning to look little old She is no
longer the gay, budding, frolicsome creature,
the gushing thing we remember her TO
have been in the days of her spring fresh
ness and summer bloom; but there is about
her now ripeness, a richness, matronly
dignity, a magnificent repose, that impresses
one with involuntary respect. 1t is true,
the foliage has for some time been a "leetle
teclsed with the frost" as the Yankee said of
the ice cream, but that is to be expected,
when we remember that it is the last day of
May the richest poetry of the year. Sisters
they are, yet how different; the Merry"
and 'Cherry" of the months the one all
sunshine, and gladness, and hloom-the
other, mild and serene in her thoughtful
and Swallowed beauty, mournful with the
memory of the sweetness and bloom she has
beheld perish from her pathway, and sad
with the forebodings Of decay which rustic
in every falling leaf, sigh in every wind,
and look up from the last wan flowers chill
ed with the night-dew which the sunbeams
no longer kiss from their cold bosoms
But to-day, the last of serenest October,
the glory OF golden sunlight is around
about her like the smile Of heavenly peace
falling on the dcath-couch of saint
Soon shall the last fiutter of her russell man
tie pass from our fearful sight, and in a few
hours shewill have gone to join the Octobers
before the flood. But have moralized long
enough in strains of sentiment and pathos |;
it is evidently not my forte.
Allow me to say was greatly pleased by
your manner Of referring to the marriage OF
Miss B with the Spanish millionaire,
in late number of the Times. / think you
say truly, ''the old and young fool who
have indissolubly bound themselves in a
contract which less than three months will
disgust them with"
by the way, speaking of marriage, one OF
the masculine portion of our community
was greatly shocked, not long since, by
hearing a lady friend of ours speak Of
marriage as disaster" and informed her
that she should consider it 'the highest aim
and glory Of her SEX" That man must
have an improved edition Of our excellent
catechism. In the old one we are taught
what is tho chief end Of man; but the
venerable divines unfortunately omitted to
state what was 'sthe highest aim and elory''
of sc0naan But that being now SO clearly
revealed, my friend will no doubt "retract''
the term Of which she made use in her rash
ness,-it may be in her foly,-and "what
was said is not said" We confessed to
have entertained, hitherto, a belief that
where woman was reared for the matrimo-
NAL market alone, she would necessarily be
artificial, designing and mercenary. A
friend OF mine says that if the question was
OF the selection of an animal of inferior
grade, but one still beautiful and useful, he
would far sooner seek the South American
plains, and lasso fine, wild, natural young
creature, who would toss her proud head
and fly from him with the speed of the
wind, than bargain with dealer for the
most snowy and tractable Of hackneys,
knowing she had been trained and curbed'
put to her PAGES and trottcd out season af.
ter season. But my friend is youthful and
somewhat eccentric, so his judgment, indi-
recuy conveyed through the second mean
ing Of his words, should not weigh straw
against the piety, experience and worldly
Wi@dOm If = haycha nd an Il c,thar =, tb:c ,oof
ter. Yours, &c, NELL.