The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-03-17

happy Truly happy did say? | rather in
tended to acknowledge that even amidst these
happy moments a vacancy appears to exist,
which / believe could only be filed to MY salts
faction, by some fair daughter of Mother Eve
but / am forgetting that am a bachelor. 1t
is very strange that whenever | think of moon
light nights, of soft music in summer time, some
angel form, the most lovely, will present herself
to my imagination, drawing with her fairy fng-
ers little ring, a little church, and little ---
nonsense am dreaming. Let US now look
for moment at the retiring winter. think we
may say with confidence that we have bid fare
well for time to old gray headed winter, and
his attendant, Jack Frost, or if Jack does ling
er little behind his master, it is only to play
few of his tnischievous tricks with the ladies,
such as placing the badge Of the rose on the end
Of the nose, yet he cannot remain long; the warm
rays of the sun will soon make him weep over
his own folly, and follow in the footsteps of his
old weather-beaten master, who has already
sought the strong holds Of his ce-bound north
ern home where he is lord fall he surveys; and
| think some of my readers will join me in say
ing that he is welcome to remain there at least
for some time He leaves this, his native home,
but once d year, to lock up the storehouses of
Mother Earth, and hold her his captive until her
exhausted nature receives a reinforcement of
arms against her cold-hearted prison keeper and
burst forth from her chains Of bondage. Itmay
be truly said that this victory has just been
chieved by Mother Earth.
Winter is the oldest son of time, and no less
powerful than his sister seasons. Yet at the
approach of that young, and beautiful Spring,
his strong and mighty frame trembles, and his
old dim eyes are filled with tears as he resigns
his scepter, and hobbies, half melting, away into
his chariot of icecicles, snow fakes, and hail
stones All is there a heart that does not re-
joce at his departure Thousands there are,
whose heads has been bowed down with the
heavy hand of poverty, may now look up with
hope to the better times coming, when the mar
ket of labor and industry will be thrown open to
those, who for the want of this employment, have
been but scantily supplied with the common ne
cessaries of life, during the last winter months
and this thought too, my gentle reader give much
joy to my bachelor heart. What pleasure it
is after long and dreary winter, to see the first
green blades of grass shooting up from their 81
lent beds. How sweet and soothing is the first
fragrant perfumes of opening flowers that greets
the senses. What a charm it seems to throw
around the heart, and as you bend over them
with looks of admiration, do you not fancy there
dwells an angels whisper on every trembling leaf
that tells US of flowers that bloom in brighter
land which never fades or dies.
And now that winter has. gone, nay thoughts
turn with delightto the approaching spring and
her fair companion, Flora Already in fancy [
behold her standing on some lofty mountain top,
whose towering head seems but the stepping
stone from yonder bright blue sky, receiving her
mission from the maker of Heaven and earth,
and the giver of all good things. There arrayed
in all her maiden smiles, stands that beautiful
queen of flowers with the light of that brighter
world beaming from her every glance, and on her
brow as lily white, these words in gold, stands
out in full relief "peace on earth, good will to
man. Surrounded by her numerous retinue, she
bids adieu to her dreamy couch. Then swift on
fairy footsteps down the mountain sleeps she comes
to deck dame natures face with sunny smiles and
bless the habitations of men. On she comes
through the meadows, woodlands, and groves,
leaving the impression of her footsteps to BIOS
som forth in a thousand varied hues, and load the
gentle breeze with their sweetest perfumes. -
Even now she is lowering around our own little
town, and soon will she appear at our door steps,
casting her smiles upon our window SILL around
the well where hangs the old oaken bucket, along
the brook side, around the garden gate clothing
our leafess trees in their brightest robes ard
making even the poorest cottage home para
disc on earth.
i All who will not welcome and hail her al
the harbinger of the greatest blessings we NOR.
tails enjoy on earth Yes, it is this period thai
I long to behold once more. To sit through
the long twilight hours listening to the signs o
the gentle zephyr or still sweeter voice of 49,