The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1861-03-13

handiwork Some "hard cases are pro-
duced there Yes, but they are the perfec-
ton of % hard eases, they are the best of
their kind, only it is a very poor kind fthe
popular form Of this saying uses more for
cible, but lCs3 polite adjective). Did you
ever read what Ruskin says about hills p
Talk about word paintings; his descriptions
are colored photographs, as the Nestor of
Japonica-dom would say (whO, ~ the way,
has lately taken it into his head 10 point out
the defects of Niagara; pity he wasn't
around at the creation but why didn't he
remove Idlewild thther that is the princi-
pal part of the Hudson Highlands). Well,
he is beautiful writer" says Ia petite mig
nonne. Of course he is, for he was raised in
'' the three hilled city of the East, and
there's nothing like mountain air, even if it
be only Tri-mountain, for imparting a rel
ish to either mental corporeal pabulum.
Why this very turkey which we are dis
cussing, (did you ever taste finer one?)
which was sent all the way from Berkshire
(I occasionally receive presents of game,
such as a haunch of mutton, a saddle of pig,
or brace of capons-and, being a single
man, | turn them over to the authorities,
passed his gosling day, and his turkeyhood's
prime, amid scenes that a Church might
have delighted to paint, or q King to write
letters about. With the beams of the morn
ing sun glancing from his resplendant tail,
as he maiestically strutted upon the slopes
of old Greylock; with arched neck and
swinging proboscis, proudly snuffing the
mountain air. and permeating every particle
of his dark meat, his bosom and his pope's
nose, with the exhilarating oxygen of that
breezy atmosphere picking daintily the leg
bones of a grasshopper, or luxuriatiBg upon
Indian dough- enjoying his ot4na cun' Dig
Rltate at the head of his household, or real
izing the dolce far njealte on the sunny side
of the barn feasting his soul (for ac-
cording to the logic of some reasoners viz,
that extremes are exactly opposite, and
whereas, certain dissatisfied vestals say that
a two legged individual, without a wife,
has no soul then it follows that a biped,
with a plurality of wives, must have very
large soul and as a turkey-gObber is gen
orally perfect Sultan of Turkey, in that
be has whole harem of beautics ergo it
is as plain az mud, that turkeys have souls)
-fcasting his soul, say, with such an
aesthetic repast as dwellers in cities never
set down to; the bill Of fare consisting of
oceans of blue-sky soup, with shoals of
cloud dumplings swimming in it masses of
greens, with lights and shadows chasing
one another over their surface like contra
dictory reports over the telegraph wires from
Washington cosy little farm-bouses nest
ling with delicious abandon in the laps of
warm sunny dells, like Jumps of butter on
the ardent bosOms of hot beef-stakes dis
tant railway trains skurrying athwart the
vision, like cOckroaches across the table of
a cheap eating-bouse; the whole washed
down with copious draughts of the vintage
Of pf md oh
that intoxicates but not inebriates ("Drink
to me only with thine eyes" you know, as
VANITY Far says. Roasting at night on
the balance poles of those primitive gates,
that, like Solomons Temple, were built
without the sound of hammer being heard
|Aherein Gan axe and an augur being the
only tools used in their construction, or, as
the season advanced, and he attained to age
and epicurism, ensconiug himself amongst
the crimson manteI folds of some royal
maple Waxing fat, as he contemplated
whole CALIFORNIA; Of pumpkin nuggets, and
whole Golcondas of jewel-drops: no wond-
er that his gzzard was inflated, and that he
made twenty mine pounds to kick the beam.
'' am afraid you are making Truth kick
the bucket" said the quiet individual
Nothing strange in that, considering that
she resides in well. After all, there is
precious little difference between Truth and
Love; they are both watery products, you
know Vanity Far again) only one comes
from fresh water and the other from the
briny element Venus from the foam of
the sea; if | must explain. Explaining a
joke is like explaining puzzle; it makes
| it look uncommonly simple. Yes, "unstable
as water applies very well to love but it
would be rank heresy to say so much Of
| truth No doubt, TRUTHS pure as noun
| tain springs but they often hold a deal Of
gas in combination. But as we were say
| ing, this apple sarse-don't it carry your
| ideas back to the old home among the hills?
! Don't you perceive a faint fragrance of pink
and white blossoms in the early spring.
! time don't it conjure up memories of
! that walk along the cart-track, that wound
! through the orchard, when the moon was
| at her height and the air seemed filled with
| a silver shower, and all the trees were en-
| crusted with the droppings when you
gazed into blue eyes that, ere another moon,
were to gaze on you from heaven don't
/ you discern the grateful ascidity of the
summer juices, and the warm, golden color
/ ing of the autum sun all mingled in one
/ luscious mass, with sprinkle of nutmeg in
/ it. like the dust on a butterfly's wing =
! Talk about the triumphs of French cookery
/ the most elaborate soup that was ever con-
cocted from a pair Of old boots, and hand
full of musty straw, has not the power to
stir the heart, however it might the stom-
ach, like that simple New England dish.
Observation-Disclosures another luxury, that
carries one back to the time of spinning
wheels, high waists, steeple hats, poke bon
nets, and calashes. suppose half the girls
nowadays don't know what calash is
Well, let them ask their grandmothers.
don't believe the printers will spare me
room enough this time to describe them.
EASTWOOD.