The hydraulic press., 1859-03-19
E esemblances.


And birds sit broodng in the snow.
And Aarion's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-whoe!
Tuwhit tu-whoo! a merry note,
While merry Joan doth keel the pct! "
This old-time song was brought to
mind by reading the subjoined stanzas,
not unlike it, which were written by
one of the authors of the famous ere
jected Addresses"
The mi-wheel's frozen in the stream,
The church is decked with holly
Mistetoe hangs from the kitchen beam,
To flight away melancholy:
Icieles elink he milkmad's pail,
YounkeIs skate in the pool below;
Blickbrds perch on the garden rail,
And hank, how the cold winds blow.
There goes the squire to shoot snipe,
Here runs Dick to fetch log;
You d swear his breath is the smoke of pipe
In the frosty morning fog.
Hodge is breaking the ice tor the kline,
Uld and young cough as they 60;
The round red sun furgtts 10 shine
Aud llark, how the cold winds blow"
Another resem blance has lately struck
our attention on reading in the Caiitor-
niu Home Journal a new poem by
Frank Soule, entitled Himalaya." and
addressed to ship. Here is the first
stanza, whic is vigorous and original ::
'IIinmaya! Himalaya,
Gallant wooer vi the breeze,
Ocean cleaver, distance slayer,
White winged flyer of the seas;
Than the gliding purpoise fieeter,
Is the motion OF thy keel;
Dolphin -wift and quick bonita,
Lag behind thy lying heel.
Hinaiaya. llinialaya.
Iiapid rider sure and strong,
May wave be thy betrayer
May no tempest do thee wrong"
The line
.'Ocean cleaver, distance slayer
instantly brought to mind Emerson's
exquisite poem to 'The Humble Bee,
which insect he addresses as
"ZigEag stecrer desert cheerer'
The whole poem is so beautiful, and
affords such a pleasant contrast to the
foregoing winter pieces, that we cannot
resist the inclination to copy it:
"Burly. dozing Aumtle-bee,
Where thou art is CLINE Tor ne,
Let them sail Tor Iorto kiaue
Fai-of heats thi s,,Igl seas 20 seek
will f.liUSsH e alone,
Thou aninate turrid zgIei
ZigZag stterssF, desert neerer,
Let ME cha tly ing lines;
Keep me fleafet thy hearer,
Singing oytr 81 ~rs s.oa vines,
Insect lover If lie ,un.
Joy of thy aomiiiiupI
Sailor OF the;ifnlo-phere;
Swimmer rhfa,ngh the Of air;
Voyaser of light and noon; 81 &
Epienfeanof J uae,
Wait. prthee. till como 4
Within earsiuf of thy hunl,-
All without is martyrd.i M
When the south wind in May days,
With net of shining haze -
Silvers the horizon wall,
And. with softness touching all,
Tints the human cuunicnauce
With color of romance,
And. ifusing suir heats
Turns the sod to viorts
Thou in sunny SO itules,
Rover of the unlerwood5,
The green silence dost displace
With thy mellow. breezy bass.
Hot midsummer's petted crone,
Sweet to me thy drowsy tone
Tells of countless sunny hours
Long days. and solid banks of flowers;
OF CULTS of sweetness without bound
In Indian wiltlernesses found;
OF Syrian peace. immortal leisure,
Firmes cheer, and bird like pleasure.
Aught unsavory or unclean
Hath my insect seen;
But violets aud bilberry bells,
Maple-sap and daffodes.
Grass with green flag hafmast high,
Snccory to match the sky.
Columbne with horn of honey.
Scented fern and agrmony.
Clover. catch-fy, adder tongue,
And bryer-roSes. dwet among;
All beside unknown waste,
All was picture as he passed.
Wiser far than human seer.
Yeow-breeclied Philosopher!
Seeing only what is fair.
Slipping only what is sweet,
Thou dost mock at fate and care,
L. ave the cIaff and take the wheat.
When the erce-north-western blast
Cools sea and land so far and fast,
Thou already slnmherest deep;
Woe and want thou canst autsfep;
Want and which torture us,
Thy sleen makes ridiculous.