Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1867-05-11
May.

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May, sweet, smiling. charming May. the
brightest jewel Of the seasons, queen Of the
year. robed in her mantle Of emerald and
Adorned with garlands Of many hued flowers.
was ushered in on Wednesday, week. amid
the delightful melody Of caroling songsters
and the delicious aroma Of the verdure-clad
hills and valleys. The god Of besusy is
abroad and the face of Nature wears the
most enchanting appearance. From hilltop
to vale, from mountain-peak to ravine. the
face Of the earth is covered with q soft car
pet Of the purest green, woven by Gods own
hand. the fertile fields are joyous with rip
ening crops, the April buds have blossomed.
the trees put forth their leafy coverings.
while numberless wild flowers, none the less
sweet for their humble origin, load the air
with their fragrance. The weather at this
season Of the year. is indescribably msgnifi-
cent, at least in this section of California.
Whether other localities are equally favored
in that respect we are not aware. The glo-
rious orb of day. in unclouded sp!cndor,
wheels majestically upward from behind the
snow-cnpped peaks of the Sierra Nevada.
sending forth his beams in q food Of golden
light to warm into new life and beautify this
sublinary sphere. With regal statrliness
and grandeur he traverses the azure depths
to the empyrean. then gradually descends to
his bed beneath the blue waves of the ever
restless Pacific, the bright track Of his fiery
car flooding and flushing the western horizon
with golden glory. as if q celestial effulgcnce
had shone forth to add to tho transcendent
beauty Of the enchanting scene. During the
day the sky presents that deep. clear, liquid
blue appearance which has made ..ltalian
skies the theme Of poets and bards. Gentle
breezes, soft as the breath of sleeping infant
and As bslmy as those which float over
''Araby the blest," and perfumed with the
kisses of the flowers which WOO them as they
pass, fan the heated brow with their cooling
wings. The evenings are bewilderingly love-
ly. As darkness comes on and the sable
goddess stretches forth her leaden sceptre,
all Nature seems hushed to repose. A solemn
stiffness which it seems scarcely less than
sacrilege to break, has taken the place Of the
busy hum and turmoil of the day. One by
one the stars shine forth until the boundless
expanse Of heaven presents the appearance
of an ocean of glass filled with diamonds, or
the teardrops of angels irradiated with celes-
tial glory. The queen Of night cleaves her
passage through the star-gemed canopy,
tinging hill, vale and glen with her silvery
rays, and bathing peak and crag in food
of soft. pale light. The trees wave gently in
the delicious evening breeze. the nightingale
trills her vespentine song and the flowers
open their petals to welcome the pearly dew
drops. Fleecy clouds. white rs snow-fakes
and as light as the drapery Of sngels, fit
couches for disembodied spirits, float like
wreaths Of vapor in the cerulean depths.
All the evenings are wondrously, indes-
cribably beautiful. Joy seems to pervade
all nature. both animate and inanimate. We
hear it in the prattling voices of the happy
children as they join in the merry May day
sports we see it in the smiling counten.nces
of "children of larger growth" as they feel
the reyiving. invigorating. influence of the
sunshine and refreshing May breezes. Every
ybody and everything appears to be happy.
The roses, some of them as red AZ the lips.
and others as white as the brow Of young
beauty, breathe it; it sparkles in the blue
eye of the violet; the voice Of the babbling
brook murmurs it. and it is heard in the
songs of the birds. Sweet May! loveiiest of
the twelve! Paradise on earth instituted by
q benefcent Creator to enable man to recover
from the storms and rude blasts of Winter,
and prepare for the heat and dust of Summer,
we hail thy advent with gladness. Would
that the year could be one perpetual May.