The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1865-09-15

" And one the other gan say.
Where shall we go and dine to-day
Shall we 20 dine by the Wild salt sea!
Shall we go dine by the greenwood tre.i
Aneiea Ballad Of Ihe 1ico Corbies.
Beyond the hum Of cities and the hustle
Of active life, the ken Of tourists and inquir-
ing travellers 10 the ancient town Of B.,
IN the Carolinas. Happily the savage whis-
tie of the locomotive has never disturbed
the quietude Of its inhabiisnts, even the
notes Of the coachman's bugle have ceased
To echo sweetly through the tar-stretch-
ing pine glades Of its suburbs. "rhe her
aid Of a noisy world' comes like Cowper's,
:. with spat,ered boots, strapped waist" but
not with "frozrn locks" for the sun smiles
warmly upon il. and, like one Of Cuyp's
landscapes, IL seems to remain ever In the
placid repose Of summer. "if you would
seek a be uiiful peninsular." says the lc.
geud on the escu'cheon Of a Northwestern
State, "look around" So might the people
say Of this sncien, bomg, for wafer adds
charms TO i,s seclusion and lie to its re-
,no,eness. Towards the south little bay
opens upon one Of the Atlantic Sounds; on
every side forests Of lofty and sombre pines
come down TO it's waters and "sfnnd with
their green faces fixed upon the food"
Many wears since n pesiileniial fever Of the
tropics depopulated the village o, ce the res
idence Of colonial Governors. The streets,
shaded by tall China trees, and seldom dis
tu,bed by catriagc.whecls, have become
smooth and grassy; little negro children,
happy enough u IN their birthday attire,
roll about. pleased alike with the summer
and winter sun. Among rank weeds and
nct,les in the gardens and fields lie hidden
the foundations Of ruined buildings; here
and there stands dark weather.staincd
house, where, as in the sad Allcgory Of Ten.
nyson,
life and Thought have gone away
Side by side, ...
Leaving door aud windows wide,
Careless tenants they"
The deserted whsrves, hulf.covered with
barnacles, are slowly crutabling into the
wafer, the vessels that there once found q
mooring have long since roi,ed in port, or
sunk perhaps among green flags and ''crin-
son leaves Of dulac" in the warm sea Of the
Antilles. No periodic excitement, no noise
or CO fusion interrupts the quie, How Of
time. ..I.......
| Perhaps carly some pleasant morning
may be seen my respected friend, the plant
er. pacing gently by on his dspplcd- horse,
with q deer-gSn on the pommel Of his sad.
die, and bis rusty dogs about him; there Is
no haste in his movements; oftencr you
will find him sitting in his shady southern
piazza, with papers about him, perhaps the
Journal Of Commerce in his hand, bu, he
1 -. ...s,d ,o casa fov cnesr N nis mr. storks
he lays II aside aud takes his glass 10 OBJ.
serve that snowy cloud Of canvass just ap-
bearing on the distant sound; he has imbib-
ed the spuit Of the pl ce, he understands
. hat constitutes the happiness Of Occidcn-
tai .s well rs Oriental lifc--rcposc. :.
On June evening--as to the dste ono
hundred and fly years sgo-s group Of
l,i,crcrs were sitting on the green swsrd In
from, cf the gcntleman's residence have
referred To, watching a vessel that was tack.
inc f' and on in the distance. She vas too
far to be made out, and various opinions
we're expressed as to her character. Sud-
denly abe came about. and dropping every
inch of canvas to the light breeze that blew
from the southwest, bore down towards the
bay. When at length she seered end her
hull ss well % sails came into view,
faces were blsnched, and ind'dereni coun-
tsnsnces became expressive. She was
black To the watc,.line, black sppsrcntly
from tuck to kelson, griui- looking iron
mouths appeared At her PORTFOLIOS, and 10
strange contrast to tho snowy royals, . blsck
dag s,rcamed from the mizzen-iopmasf.
IThc 9,lle villsge was In commo,lon; 'thefc