The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1867-05-24

Northern LighIS.

! The following beautiful scrap ia from the
pen OF B +. Taylor, the Literary Editor of
the Chicago Journal: II we could always
! get change for that noble word-coin, " Au-
rora, and think OF dured hOrd-Athe golden
hour-we should like Aurora Borealis
beiter--the northern golden hour the
northern morning. And golden hour it
was OH Sunday evening last when thous-
ands of eyes frightened in the colored
lights that shone through Gods painted
window in the north lts only parallel
within our remembrance was eight years
ago, when we penned a little description
that is as fancilul as was the display. Now
ii seemed to us it was wrapped up in q
rhyme for convenient transportation and
here is the whele of il:
To claim the Arctic came the Sun
With banners bright Of burning zone,
Unfurld they streamed from airy spars,
And froze beneath the light Of stars,
But the prose part of the description
capered after this wise: Last night, the
moon, iu new GOAT of silver, rode high in
the west, while in the north al d. northeast
pure, pearly white, overlaid the blue-then
| deepened to an orange.-then turned to q
crimson until il looked like pillar of fire
| in the wilderness, or daguereotype of
sunset. Anon it changed the cnmson was
| pink the blue, blush aud The pearl q
delicate green.
What they were doing up aloft, is more
| than we know. Whether reheaI sing sun
set or sunrise shifting scenes for the never
to. to.be.performed drama of g To morrow !" or
spreading out rainbows on the upper decks
to dry, Is mystery. 1854
Now. and then, white. silvery looking
spars were lifted from the northern hori-
zon, and converged in the zenith and it
! occurred to us, that, may be, they were re.
pairing this great blue tent we live under,
aud that we saw the blue spars and tho red
| Innings of the curtains that were thrown up
| to keep them out of tie way OF the aerial
craftsmen And then again. as it crmsoned
and pearled, and clouded so exquisitely, we
tancied il might be Heavens grand pattern
for sea.shells to tint by, discovered at last.
And once more, and such a beam, nay,
ctOm of red lights, streamed out into the
| night, and over the stars, that we would be
sure It must come from Heavens painted
windows, and that neutrality-suspicious.
somebody we once knew and loVed--was
passing to aud fro, giving Us without the
walls. glimpse or two of the glery within.
| And who knew that il might not be the
evening of some forgotten aud long past
yesterday, thus revsitiGg the glimpses Of
the mooll--ana That You aud we loved. and
have sighed for. more than we could care to
tell, a'd would give dozen tomorrows to
see aEaln. r
AS we looked. II changed, and the heaven,
from fr be ow the ," dipper to the zenith
was ttsner Throughthe silver lacework
shone the stars, and the blue and the gal
axy itssl. What could il be, but the dim
scarfs of Tho loved aud lost thus waved in
token OF remembrance TO the earth beneath?
Aud why mott How beautiful and how
calm lay that earth beueAth the great Ar.
gus skyl The eyes of hundreds were
iurned towards heaven, that, during the
braad aud glazing days forget there is
heaven, and treasure in il. They
remembered It then. and remembered il
in urn-Ah! if our faneies were only
half true! But while we gazed and mused
The vision vanished the window was cnr-
tained, The rehearsal over, the sea shells
taught their lesson, the tent I" as good as
new, /" the last scene shifted, and the old yes.
I.,rday faded ous,