The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1866-07-14

scented y the human sense. Trees d stately
solemn grandeur, with massive columns
lifting their spreading, gigantic arms unto
the sky; unwrappins their dnAnssk, siIken
foliage, with underground and shrubbery Of
lovsliest, most beautiful aspect; lawns Of
luxuriant green, dotted with violets, pansies,
lilies, and the rich, fragrant, blushing rose
Here and there cattle in clusters-the horse
and the kline. Carriages passing and ce-
passing, freighted with flushed cheeks and
sparkling eyes Of joyous humanity,
all with Acmes Of comfort, riches,
abundance with fine architecture, where
the jessamine, the woodbine and the ivy
creep in trellised glory, and nature at your
feet seemed to be shaking out her ETHEREAL
fragrance from her rich purple blue censors,
and with delicate leaves dappled with wavy
shadows. her inwrought mosaic floor. Nor
was this all-nOthing but headland Of OBJ
servation-through the ample trees and
abundant openings Of the rich, delicate and
beautiful shrubbery, rich now in its open.
ing blossoms, could we gaze on vast realms
Of frightening vegetable green flashing new
glory in the sunshine; Ioyelest meadow
fields decked with bright hedges, enwreath-
ing all in beauteous foliage gemmed with
flowers with which the earth was sprinkled
stretching away in sunhright dazzling vistas
of gorgeous magni6cence and loneliness till
lost in the distance Of the horizon. What is
II that creates for man this unequalled
matchless prospect By what magic wand
OF more than imperial power is the world
made to bud, and blossom, aud smile, in
such luxuriance Of magnidcence By what
sublime energy does this vastness, bound
lessness Of beauty, grandeur, wide opening
lar, FAR around, become so doubly attractive,
exceeding everything We know of in nature,
save the rugged, wild, picturesque, awfully
grand, sublime scenel, Of the mountains I
1t Is through the force, energy Of labor. II
IS that that creates our fields, causes them
to shine in such loneliness Of beauty. and
wave with bright golden harvests. No man
an, at this warm season Of the year pass
through the country, without becoming
greatly indebted to the laborer for the rare
sensations Of pleasure he is permitted to en-.
joy. As you gaze on the homesteads, the
trees, the shrubbery, the vast fields now be.
ginning to wave With the corn just ready tc
tassel and put forth the silk floss, the vari.
GUS grains, the variegated flowers, it's lik.
enjoying work of art, men get new inspira.
ton, deepening consciousness Of being; the
fine sense of the beautiful, which though il
often slumbers yet inhabits every human
bosom is quickened. They get new impress
slons of grandeur, greatness, and glory
drink in the living, essence Of power; fee
new inward STRINGS Of energy, life snc
awakened zeal. In word, our workingmer
by their hard, steady, and industrious toll
build before the general mind the univers
atty Of influence and culture which in
sensibly, yet constantly exerts a mighty in
tiuence IN shaping and moulding, and givinI
direction to the general life. Labor, whicl
so many are afraid OF, is nothing less thar
an angel Of light and power for human up
building. adornment and happiness. Ha
we time we should like to discuss labor a
one Of the fine arts. What does the scalpto
or the painter do more exquisite than tn
gardener and florist