Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-04-07

LETTER TO YOU NO. 2.

suppose the old tyrnnt mas iehIly a'ulcNOu nv
throne, but M,rch, tickle, cipricjous, pttulani
March Is such a worthy 'iceroy. aad wie!1s the
forgotten scepter VI the stern old Ice King With
such sturdy energy, that | sometimes lurSet the
pleasing fact that "Syrirg has come" But lm
longing for sun shine and rhOw:rs O. d nciug leave
aud fragrant. Il ,xets for tbs spriugink grass
there's u teortd Of beauty ia grass to carpet with
its loving green my daily paths, for the sweet
songs Of birds and the sof. summer moonlight
and, may as we'll confess it, for some OF my tastes
ARE of the realest ~kind"-iyr ,tme Of tho golden
'fFGis you had SO much faith would fill the russet
apron Of Dame Autumn to OVERLOOKING last year
Your faith was some like Ia Of pei Rose, who,
By the WY, is no ny tLicai child, born OF a poets
brain. but u real genuine eaytFy dRgeI who some
times cries, but looks far sWeeter When 10y some
mysterious mental transformation, her mourning
lie turned iEtO joy, aud a sHile Wreaths her liis
while the tears ae still falling, and nn inner suit.
shine turns the April shower Of ,nfantle grief it,
to sparkling drops VI crystal aud gold, Sue ia;
in thoughtful mood, quite sill The other day, for
ihe uup, ecedeuted space Of live minutes {! Evil
IDENTIFY some grave Question ui baby lore was puz.
sling her iitle three year uld brain, aud wncn tue
solution caue she gave her seniors lull benefit oil
ueE hNooISANoue Ny oOlb"luto'uS 'Huo' i e"'S
the Lord didn't send that frost " Kill all the swee,
apples 1 like 50 we'll, Tor he you'd kHOtc letter.
Tnea after 'stGd ying Cu dat AT, like good old pin
l~osoyhical uncle IiIf, she flushed her queer rev-
erie by graSeiy informing Us that tie frost came
10 spiie vi the Lord Poor speculative little thing.
like Ulder heads, che sumeti:nos finds IL difficult To
reconcile the seeming mistakes in tho natural
world, the freaks Ut the wind and the weather,
with the wisdom and greatness Of the Creator, ana
yet nothing shakes this iuJorn faith that the All
Father is infinitely wise AMI good.
But | was not going to detail any Of her wise
sayings, / WAS discussing the weather-that ever
lasting theme Of conversation when there Ia moth
ing else 10 talk abuus-that introductory theme
which sometimes pretaces long qnlet chats with
which it has no connection ihAS theme which
furnishes chrOaic JduH finders Il perpetual subj ct
OF compliant and lruI!ieas reFinlHgs, (wunLer ii
they ever think they are hndiUK FAULT with the
Lord, that invisible something which %e call
weather, which Is sumetlmes M Jro than Gn outward
physical atmosphere, tor often,
The glow Of the sunshine, the balm Of the mir
Steal 10 the heart aud make all summer there
or its cold, leaden gray pinious weigh our spirit
down. aHd the fire IN the hearth goes tut, its verJ
embers, one by one ex plre, and only ashes, signi
flying deSulStiUu,' are left. And | am tired Of win
ter, ured Vt the pure cold splendor Of its snow
robes, the magnitcence Of It's starry nights anC
frosty mUruIugs--tOr sUme how cold is such
stem Jailor ; Tie old tyrant restraints aud confines
me TAR more THAI is consistent with nay ideas .
personal ~hterty'-there are 10 long rauLlet
through the fields aud the fu~rest,Ur ny the singin,
brook where The blue Ut the hidden violet seem
stolen from tie sapphire Y! the overhaug!ug sk
or It's 6!Ift 1t i Oiusn can wear any other hm,
than that Of the queenly rOse-nu twilight reverie
as l watch the fading iints OF duy as they die Tx,
tae d I'll hin il a sea Of SiOry'-no delicious sou
commuuings, witb only the vne who can read tn,
new born thought before it is uttered, when OF
ly the silent stals losk down upon US in holy syn
pathy-ior TO come back from The etars to TIN
lOwly mundane spbere-Ive no relish for havin.
my Toes and my noes, why not 50 as well as HOSe
nipped by the invisible ~medd!iug fingers Of Jact
Frost SO huddle over the fire AMI like tn,
drowsy caterpillar III his sIlken Winding sheet. T.
fashionable fellow, and about as useful as sum,
other individuals vi the same species who att
shrouded i'll saGn and eutomUed in marble, bu
whose ardVr Of development brings the buueIh,
stage fret, aud vice versa 'Dteam purple picture,
Of my future wings Not wings either ; but O
the sweet wooings IF the April breeze, the irresis
table invitations Of the maiden May, that shall, :,
far as terrestrial iocomUtion is concerned, be wing,
TO my feet, and bear me sometimes away IRON tbi
darkeped hands OF care, and DaIhe my spirit II
the sweet dreamy bliss II sunshine and lurgetlul
ness--fOrgelulnesS of the outward, Of toll aud ia
accOmpahIments, while through sumo hidden, an,
mysterious portal OF the soul, there shall loS in,,
my inner being, a new CopsolOusuess aud a nes
lille.
There IS a s%omethiHg akin to a resurrection il
the coming of Spring. aud It's influence upon th,
heart 10 scarcely less lie giving Than the caress Q
the May day sun upon the sUIl. a host of swe
iancles that we thought were buried years ago be-
meath the accumulated rubbish Of this work da
lie, spring up within the hidden Iecesses OF th
heart. just AS the Wild flowers obey the GREATLY
impulse vi the SUI aud The shower, and we feel
Teturoing consciousness Uf youth born anew win
in us. Not in seed the wild spoltiye mirth of earl
ehiidhOOS, thai hnds "a fitting echo in childhood
ringing laughter bus siient, delicious sense Z
iS.a0'fdity; a semt-prOpheoy Of the endless f,
ture. when Is our blrthrIght, II feeling that is ia
swee;er, lar hOller than mirth, albeit 10 nlin.lc
with q vague dreamy sadness and unrest, a vii
longing Tor the presence oi The loved and los
whose hands long ago parted clasp from ours, an
who are wandering in the distance sllll.' W
know they are waiting our coming beyond the We
we feel they are reckoning 10 US from the loy
cry bills Of a land where Spring never relapse
into winter, and sometimes when the earthly gain
a mastery over the spiritual, we wonder why The
come not back en- their starry wings to glade
earth with their presence. and bring to thuso VII
loved, yea voFshiPped them, Ihe sunshine of the
pure aud bolJ love.
Meaner things than man seem to have g RESP
~Tee,i0n, a OecOud life here myriads of gnsts tn
swarm in a baBd's breadlh Of sunbeam. seem