The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-08-10
For the Pulaski Citizen

MR. EDIToR:-Does this hot, oppressive
August afternoon affect your spirits? Are
you wearied with business or politics?-
Does your head or your heart ache? Do
you long to wander out into the cool and
silent woods, where the trees throw q de-
hcieus shade all around, where the grasses
are growing fresh and green, and where the
birds sing answering melodies to the whis-
per:ng winds? Do you long for The cool
dell. where the bright flowers are blooming,
where you may lay your face on the cool
damp earth. and be lalled to soft slumbeT
by the mutterings Of the rivulet among the
tall grasses and lilies? Do you pine for the
clear, deep waters, upon whose bosom you
may Goat. dreaming the dream of boyhoOd's
years. enchanted by the mystic song Of the
waves ripIing. against the boat? If 50, for
get the world with an Its oppressive cares
forget that ever humanity existed in its
pleasure and pain, and on the wings of
fancy float with me over the ages back
back beyond the history of the world as
wrilten-5eyond the garden of Eden. far
away into that period when the grasses of
the feld and the trees of the forest were
first created. Now let the Imagination
dwell over the lovely picture. This is the
region of the vegetable kingdom-befOre the
sound Of human voice had echoed through
these hills and valeys-the age when this
world was being fitted up as an obode for
man. Here are vast plains covered with
tall sheages of green grass, and bright
flowers Of every hue and variety. Here are
noble forests whose trees rise hundreds of
feet above the waving grass of praries.-
Streams Of pure, clear water ripple along
over pebIy beds, not yet conducted by man
thrOugh losthsome sewers. Bright-winged
birds fit through the air, inhaling the
sweets distilled from the ocean of flowers
that crown the land. Nature is identifying
the earth on limitless scale. We gaze, and
grow silent for wonder, while our hearts
are filed with the majesty of the unfinished
world, and our souls feast on the sensations
Of beauty, and reyel amid the evidences of
wisdom that has clothed the universe in
this mantle of beauty. Yet there was a
time when all this resplendent beauty was
''formless and waste" Nor was it the work
Of a single age to form from chaos the order
and beauty which now reigns. But it was
the duty of successive ages to heap up these
mighty table-lands, covered with dense
/ forests, and filed with rich metallic ore, and
to beat down these vast valleys and plains,
covered with luxuriant vegetation.
Each advancing step towards perfecting
and adorning this earth was made by the
Creator with the view to the coming of man.
Now, from the regions of fancy where
We have perehed ourselves, let us look down
upon the world as Misunderstanding the ad-
vent of man. We gaze and can 6hd nothing
to wish for to make more perfect tive scene
Look which way we will, the eye and hear
are ravished.
Everything is fresh from the hands o
the Creator. Man has not yet despoiled the
beauty which crowns the earth. 1t is YET
full of solemnity. goodness and beauty
The winds whisper wondrous melody tC
the trees and waters, and the birds sing
their widest, sweetest songs. The sun.
shine, the birds, the flowers, the dreamy
hill, vast praries, the grand bluff froWning
down on the smiling plains, present to the
eye of our fancy landscape so sublime
and bewildering that we give ourselves "
;. TO the influence of the scene. In view o
all this grandeur and maguifcence, is i
strange that mythology should teach us that
prior to the coming of man, the earth wal
inhabited by imaginary beings who ate am
brosial food and drank the nectar of tn,
gods LUELLA.
bradshaw. Aup.. 1866.