Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1865-08-09
Letters from the Hill. No. 3;

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Surely this is the bug season, Tor hun.
dreds seem to crowd around ms burning
taper,
S,Ee are large and some are small
Some can hy and others crawl,
Some in silence pass along,
Some trouble by their noisy cong.
Some in beauty are arrayed,
| Some dark forlorn and hateful r.ade.
This poetical strain is doubtless not SO
good as many others. Let it Re remem-
tered it's = new subject as no one has
this desca nted On the rise and fall, on.
sets and dowusets o. this part Of the ami
NAL Kingdom. l accept as q truth the
declaration that all things ere made for
some wise purpose, but when I am srtjert
to the experimental part, l can not always
sec it. Why that hateful looking crea-
ture should just now give me such a prod
that my blood runs cold, or why tha:
winged animal should buzz around my
ears, much to my annoyance, or why anoth-
er should almost extinguish my light
much to his own hurt and at the expense
of my good nature, know not. Bat
I'll console myself with the adage that
whatever is, is right" Often when l
see the movements of these animals, l
think how vain and foolish they ara, and
yet their efforts are no more fruitless,
their doirss no more seussless than that
of many Who With reason are blessed
As that poor thing fits to and fro, attract
ed by my dazzling light not knowing that
death is there, till singed and burned Re
dies. am reminded that may beings,
gifted too with minds. are every night al
lowed by dazzling lights, and merry
voices mingling with music's charms, to
enter bn. once mid scenes DER which hu.
mauity shudders thinking of the conse,
quences. Little think they tha. ruin is
there until too far gone to stay their steps,
they find that all is lost, the spiri: crush.
ed, the fuer feelings dead.
What would not many once prom.
Using youth, give if tonight he could re.
trace his steps aud rejoicing in conscious
innocence, stand where he did ere the
glarius light, the sound of music ana the
dance, the excitement Of the gaming ia
bic enticei him from the path Of virtue
and Of peace.
Just as | close that sentence my feel
ings are stirred by little Insignificant
creature nipping me severely on my back
that I am ready to extipste the whole
class, but am reminded that the hand
that made them is divine, and that ir-
stinct is their guide.
In pity stay the uplifted stroke, and
think Of large class which of rsason
boast, but who, whether at home or abroad
amorg friends OF foes, in high or low
places, spend their time rehearsing the
follies Of even their betters, throwing out
insinuatioas, casting imputations, magui-
flying imperfections, natural or accidental,
tearing up at wholesale the weakness, con.
cealing the virtues, and thus we'll deserv.
ing the name, and ought 70 receive the
contempt due baekbiter. Rather let
the gallinippers, half consume ne, fies
my patience try. and bugs their troubling
never cease, than that / should for sin.
gle hour have my motives, aims aud pur-
poses Judged aud recounted by this class
for whose removal injured humanity oft
hears sigh. The insects pain, I can al.
lay, ix mischief eud, hu. who "can a
wounded spirit BEAR" or compute the
wrong done BY those who to your face
seem fair but behind your back arc sure
to bite.
The way .hat some people iu company,
in their own families, serve up those on
whom they would wreak their vengeance,
is little short Of devilish. So there is
another bug, well, it is time to change tie
subject, 60 I'll speak of him. He is al
purity bird" gosgeously attired, aud
moves sioug With pomp and show. 0uI