The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1866-05-11

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From the Rural Parts.
Did it occur to you, Oh most exacting
GATE for whom we have much liking. when
you we're wearing us with your daily voracious
cry Of " Give give." that we could be
migratory institution and by halt days ride
by rail, and couple of hours drive in more
primitive conveyance, extinguish ourself in
crab-apple thicket in the rural parts where We
would be utterly inaccessible by you? Where
no demands for copy would disturb the
meditative serenity with which we enjoy our
Havana? Where through the open window
by which we sit and write, comes up from the
grove near by, such sweet melody of bird
song as must wear the rust off your dingy
hinges, you much enduring and hard to- be-
worn out dear old GATE. if you were here,
and were not so stupid as to be deaf. Where
we have by us choice collection Of wild
flowers, the spoils of an hours stroll this
morning before you were up. There. we
won't rehearse further our exemptions from
editorial ills, and journalistic grievances, or
the advantages of our situation, lest you break
away from your tastenings and rush to the
country in very desperation. ''Are you q
botanist?'' inquired friend of esthetic tastes,
who gathers specimens and talks of ''cor-
OLA" and s'pistils, and ''s.ameus' on pic
mic excursions, of US, as we came up on the
cars the other day. mo, thank Heaven.
said we, s'its vocabulary would drive us mad
Think Of dressing our plain rose up in an
uncouth and barbarous Technology and rob-
bing it of its pleasant associations by the un.
considerable botanical latinismss of analysis
and Classification. Delighting childhood, and
blooming fresh and fragrant in the memory of
age as though perennial aud half century
were but the season of its richest life, clus-
tering in the hair Of beauty in the ball room,
and equally pretty in the humblest cottage,
We call it rose. and you ere guilty of saeri-
lge when you cover it up in polysylables that
we can't understand and don't want to learn.
Now we are going to be cross and perverse
even further than this. No one will penetrate
TO our retreat to lecture US for being cratic,
and it has been on our mind for an indefinitely
long time It's that word, analysis" Do
you know, oh rejecting GATE, that the echo
Of that word is /" humbug?" The bare men
ton Of it has tendency to produce excessive
hillary action within any well disposed individ-
ual. Any treatise on Pathology, any system
of Therapeutics, that doesn't give promi-
nent place to analysis rs one of Z ills that
flesh is heir to-, is sadly deficient. 1t may
be endemic, or epidemic, or chronic: we
don't know, but it is terribly affective to hu.
mainly. If there be one thing more than
another that we don't like, as Barry Gray
would have it, it is for cadaverous individ-
clivities to come al US with q specimen gath.
cred from the Drift period, or for ayoung lady
opropose-not matrimony-butt to ''analyze''
some cryptogamic product of the floral world.
We have experimental and the tooth-ache,
On essay in Patent Office Report or one of
I. s. Arthur S tales is mild in comparison with
either.
But that is ill-natured, and our surround
ings don't justify it. We look at our q blue
bells and "sweet Williams and .sviolets, .
hooking as like as can be to those we gathered
from the same woods fifteen years ago for we
are snative here, and to the manor born y
and the lights and shades of those years come
over US again in dim outline, and we havn't
even the semblance of crossness.
And now, iffrom our present quarters we Cos.
s'p with you, you must not be exacting. If
after the manner Of Boz character twas it the
phllosophic Weller, or Gradgrind, or either o,
neither ofthem g-we forget you want ''facts'
and Will put up with nothing else, we are Ger.
tain we cannot please you. Railroads and
= telegraph corporations, and newspapers, trad.
aud travel, social affairs and political events:
from the administration Of Mrs. Grundv in
her sphere, and Of the Dogberries Of civil
rale come your news-your facts. Birds and
flowers, fields and woods, corn and wheat On
the facts alone of quiet country corners
like this. OF corn and wheat will we no
write; we are not candidate for the Presi
dency of County Agricultural fair. Of tn.
fields and birds we will not write lest we b,
tempted to quote poetry, and in mercy to ou
readers we spare them. OF the O Dowderie
of Cornelius, in Blackwood, admirable as the,
are in themselves, we think they are mos
admirable for that, whether he writes frcn
his native Erin or from Florence, with Italian
skies above him, and Italian landscape
about him, he has not, to the best of ou
knowledge and belief, perpetrated one com
plete, original or selected. Obi cons;derat,
Cornelius, we thank thee.
Then, too, we do not see the daily paper
For . week we shall sip our coffee in N,
morning without it 1t will not come unto NJ
during al the day. For week We shall NO
know how wags the outside world. The Irisl
may furnish historical counterpart Of tn
capture of Holland BY the Dutch, by the car
tnen n IrnlnnA 0iRill;nm A. .as.>a-.