The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-04-05
Northern Lights.

lac following beau tfui scrap Is from
the pen of B. F. TAYLOR the Literay
Editor of the Chicago Journal; If we
could always get ehange for that noble
word-coin, Aurora" and think of
amea hora-the golden hour-we
should like Aurora Boraolis " better;
the northern golden hour, the north
ern morning And a golden hour it
was on Sunday evening last when thou
sands of eyes frightened in the colored
lights that shone through Gods painted
window in the north. Its only parallel
within our remembrance was eight
years ago, when we penned little
description that is as fanciful as was the
display. Now it seemed to us it was
wrapped up in rhyme for convenient
Transportation; and here is the whole
Iof it:
To claim the Arctic came the Sun
| With banners bright Of burning gone,
l. Unfarl'd they streamed from airy spars.
And froze beneath the light of stars.
! But the prose part of the description
lcapered after this wise: Last night,
1.-THE moon, in new coat of silver, rode
high in the west while in the north
and northeast, pure, pearly white, over
laid the blue-than deepened to an or
ange-than turned to crimson; until
lit looked ike pillar of fire in the
wilderness, or daguerreotype of sum
set.-Anou it changed ;the crimson was
pink; the blue, blush; and the pearl
a delicate green.
What they were doing up alofI, is
more than we know. Whether rehears-
ling sunset or sunrise shifting scenes for
the never to-performed drama Of "To-
morrow" or spreading out rainbows on
the upper decks to dry, is a mystery.
Now and then, white, silvery looking
Ispars were lifted from the northern hori-
zon, and conyerged in the zenith; and
lit occurred to us, that, may be, they
were repairing this great blue tent we
live under, and that we saw the blue
Ispars and the red Innings of the curtains
that were thrown up, to keep them out
of the way of the aerial craftsmen.
And then again, as it crimsoned, and
pearled, and clouded so exquisitely, we
+ fancied it might pc Heavens grand pat
j tern for sea shells to tint BY, discovered
at last
And once more, such beam, nay,
cloud of red lights, streamed out into
lthe night, and over the stars, that we
would be sure it must come from Heav'
ems painted windows, and that some
, body-perhaps somebody that we once
knew and loved-Was passing to and
fro, giving us, without the walls, {
, glimpse or two of the glory within
|, And who knew that it might not be the
: evening of some forgotten and long
past yesterday, thus "revisiting th'
Iglimpses of the moon."-and that 20,
!, and we loved, and have sighed for
more than we could care TO tell, anC
a would give dozs n to-morrows to SCI
: Iagsin.
As we looked. it changed, and th,
heaven, from far below the "dipper" Il
= the zenith, was afMtter. Through tn
silver lace work shone the stars, and th
blue and the galaxy itself What eoul
. lit be, but the dim scarfs of the Loves
and lest, thus waved in token of re
Imembrance to the earth beneathi AM
. why nota How beautiful and how cain
7 lay that earth beneath the great Argu
= SKY! The eyes of hundreds were turne'
! towards heaven, that, during the broa'
= and glaring days forget there is heav
en-, and treasure in it. They remem
!, bered it then, and remembered it i
y turn-Ahi if our fancies were oul
!! half true. But while we gazed an
!. unused, the vision vanished /; the windo'
: was curtained, the rehearsal over, th
!. sea shells taught their lesson, the ten
! I ''as good as rev." the last scene shifted
. land the old Yesterday faded out.