The weekly Butte record., 1866-11-10
Correspondence.


Local correspondents could do much to add to the
interest of county paper, if they would note
carefully the local occurrences and Incidents and
forward them to the Editor. They are always
thankfully received, and never thrown a side into
chip baskets. If this should not present field suf
iciently broad for the writer let him note the mi
ming or farming interests of his section. He will
not only find thus ample room for an elaborate essay
but may succeed in calling attention to some enter
prise that viii prove of benefit to the particular
locality of the writer and to the public generally.
The people of California are treading upon mines
of the precious metals, or dwelling upon soil and
in climate that sends its volunteer crops as if ruled
by Aaddin's lamp. To subdue these to the uses of
man should be our endeavor, for we thereby con-
tribute to the prosperity and happiness of the hu
man family. That more can be accomplished in
this way than in the study of politics. we verify
believe. We may be governed too much" " but We
cannot have too much individual and national
wealth. community or locality may be oppress-
ed by unwholsome laws, passed by wise legislators
and profound statesman; but never by business
prosperity. The idea would convey is this. that
while county paper can have but little weight in
shap ing the destinies of the Nation, it may have
great weight in developing the business interests
of its locality. To this end. local correspondents
might contribute much would they distinguish be-
tween local and political writing; between articles
pertaining to business and literature; or between
a good crop of potatoes and piece Of poetry. The
potatoes are the most practical. for more than one
poet has starved to death in California. Not that
politics, and poetry. and sentiment should be
be crowded entirely from the minds of our people
by the hard blows of business. and by labo. grim
and swart business prosperity must necessarily
produce them. and to the full extent required for
public use. But we started out to have a social
chat with some of our correspondents, and find that
we are likely to be as proliX as widow Bedott was
before telling what her husband said. Allows US
To introduce pc etcal -f,scuapeaS and forget for
the moment, the farm, the quartz ledge, and the
mndhole called placer mine:
The happest cure for many ills?
Take stroll among the hills !
Pensive aud sad, enraptured and mute,
l straid Ger the hills of romantic old Butte
The summer is over, all nature seems glad
In raiments of gold. the hill sides are clad
With natures teuder and eloquent voice,
The trees and the flowers together rejoice,
With the lofty Pines towering on high,
Ny heart returneth sigh for sigh;
The birds sweet song, the whispering rill,
With emotions sweet the heart doth FILL
Whilst around my wandering feet,
Rustic aatamn's leaves. with music sweet.
Whilst yonder gray, moss-eovered rocks,
4 houe affords TO the willy Fox
With feeung wings by me doth sail
The fat and beauteous mountain quail;
And, upon yonder hill sublime,
Contented, browse the famous kline:
And natures children, together scar.
Gathering in their winters store:
Whilst the little Indian hlithe ana gay.
Doth with MS dusky comrades play.
o may their simple hearts never feel the woes
Which with civilization blooms and grows.
May they ever be happy. content and say.
Until that last, eveattal day,
When old Yuba's mighty horn resounas,
Calling them 10 their happy hunting grounds.
Thus wandering, pondeying. onwards strayed.
As the gentle winds through the forest played,
until my weary feet did seek
A shady Oak on old Powell's Creek.
Whose ripping song seemed 10 entreat
Your humble friend To take seat.
Thus resting in that vernal bower.
Thong, cedar, oak and mountain flower
Happy, oh happy. sped the hour.
Close by the ripping Ill did glide,
Fresh, bright and pure as blashiag Bride,
Cold, refreshing bright and pure,
As ever gushed from Natures store.
Reclining thus in Natures arms.
How sweet 10 view her many charms;
Our troubles and follies sll melt away,
And God-iike thoughts resume their sway.
Fsir reader. why! | cannot tell.
There seems tc be some magic spell,
As side by side. together stray
Ger the hills, On albright October day;
Our thoughts together, seem 10 soar
From peak to peak. from shore to shore,
Until, at last, together we roam,
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