Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1867-12-27
or tho journal.
WASHINGTON IRVING.
Writer fnll oil sweetness full of pleas

! BY uoNoaIA.
Writer fnil OF sweetness full of pleas
antry, grace and peeping beauty How oft
have We communel with thee in silence
beneath the shady, far-brancling oak, lying
prone or supine D.! At morning, noon, and
eve, when the dew glittered like diamonds,
and trembleG on each blade of grass when
the sun slipped it up, and crept along the
skies TO his meridian splendor and, when
he, declining. tinte>3 nature, red and purple,
oue aud orange, golden When the mid
night clCck clicked on our ears, we closed
your beauteous pages, slowly and sadly,
grleving even to leave them to seek refresh
| ing sleep. How winter evenings we recall
with pleasure. gushing and pure. They
were not lost. We were culling treasures,
storing them for future time. They were
the reinements Of the English language.
These throw charm around thy writings,
and bring all swiftly to thy knees, as to
the tender, loving mother does HE the
happy doci!o child. In thy "Alhambra r"
through cjtron groves have we roamed, aud
list ned to the sparkling fountains making
music for the moonlit Silly night. We
have pluckcd the rose from its quiverlnG
stem, the rose OF rhetoric from thy leaves of
classic lore We have wandered with YOU
through Anda!usia with - a serenity of soul,
q buoyancy OF spirits, and elasticity of frame,
'I''' 1911'''l 'Lle'S oA''''i1'' "AJ li'0l'0'
We have read, and wept over the mothers
crave: have swe0t away the weeds " and
tho :. ,o+.loa, ., THO +ao. ~ G1;al oa,ao+;o,,
il-''' ~
"iotpe" ''toAl'n8 from 'no olie0A' oll 'iie
sacred Vefdant mound, sacred to us, aad
to Heaven Nota soul Was breathing nigh.
MOI an exc shont. ;hera lint the ty;nlzlnc
~ 4.,.,S...,,4 w. 1o--a ..l>on,,7
S''1l III us III 'l'i-'eii' =" nave Do"'|
and kissed the turf III solemn attestahon OF
ON. VOW" We have plucked some prim-
roses thab were growing there. ana lad
.,,u, ,,,,.+ o,.,. l,o,,.t ,, W. bo,o s.laft tho
'l'ehi -'oA' o''' 4i'''''' W : '''''0 49, viz
chUFch-yafd Win o"rS i}ln' once more lii'ed
up, unto the throne OF jehovah.
THROUGH the s,lrsing, swelling, foalning,
r,,.f.,t i,;7ro,rs of No Atlantic hoz7o va
is'i''A l''i'"m' - '''0 ''I'.i',I ,i'''o
ploUo hcd, following III MS IhGht the fepu-
ted crazy son OF Genoa. We have seen
HIM brave and dare the stormy track, one
Inuycr eDursed by mortal man before. The
land Of the New Would dawns upon him.
His dream becomes Il reality. lie is 10
longer the Visionary Genius triumphs.
.An empire, republic, is discovered. Say
age forests tower on high. In their thick
cts is naught rf man, save the aboriginal,
the naked, rude untutored child Of nature.
Through the dry l2avcs frisl1s the squirrel,
and chattcrs on the limb and on the tree
tor. The wild geese skim the sequestered
lakes. Thc deer browse on the tuft in
quictud1. The ducks quacl and are an
swcrcd by quack quack not by the
smoking sun. God was still in these prime
val woods. The old chief sat in his wig
vas,n, sung the g1orics Of his tribe. He
made his arrow, OF gathered his game in
! T. @cc But the cross Of Spain is stuck in
LIS hunting ground. Nature is changed by
the white mans touch. Cities are built,
and civilization travels. Had Columbus
leone upon some wild island far in The Ill
dian sea ; or was this The famed Cipango
ITSELF Inc object Of his golden fancies a
ltLous2nd ,OecrIati0ns of the kind rnust have