The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-09-02


And grecdily deyour the treachvr"us bnit;
So angle We for iisatriee. who even new
Iseoaehea in the weodbne eoverturc.'
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Looking out from my bedroom
window of the Swan, while the May
moon was shining on broad reach of
the front stream at the end of the
smooth-shaven green before the inn.
with the scent of hawthorn coming
with the dusk, the gurgling talk of the
water, as it ran and rippled against
the sedges, seemed to possess an
odd personal significance which one
sometimes finds in the iingling of
bells or the sound of IL railway train.
When I-closed my shutters, and got in
to the lavender-scented sheets, l still
continued to hear the voice of the- va
ters Ginning dreamy romance, which
very soon luled me to sleep. and at
the same time into dream -land of
the pleasantest fancies born of my
waking reveries and of the chant OF the
waters, which. you should know. is
always louder in the daytime than in
the night. went through the story
of Undine over again. My nymph
was fair dniuon of the Whimpie,
whom / woed and won in that kind OF
off hand fashion III which we manage
such things for ourselves when within
the portals of the ivory gates.-
Our courtship seemed TO have be-
gun in another place as we took it
up ut the point where we had declared
eternal love to each other and we
required no explanations between Us.
We were, if You please. as happy Us
the shepherds and shepherde>s,,s who
tended the silly sheep of Already.
whose days ran out with billing aud
coo ns, andpipirG OF oaten itraws,
with just few background perils from
the soathoofed satyrs Of the giade.'
and forest. As we sat together Of n
noontide (perhaps in the forest OF
Arde. Shakespeare furnishes a dream
drama with scenery very ofteu) the
pain of an apaproaching loss weighed
me down; and when / turned visit
fully toward my COM anion, 10 the
foul crew of Comns hal carried her
off, the mocking laughter of the hide
Gus rapparees withered the trees in.o
the black and stunted growths of a
London park lii December the liSl;
went out suddenly from the picnre,
and sank into wakefulness. with u
curious ache and longing which may
have been part indigestion IN part,
at any rate, grief. n: the breaking up
OF the vision; and III lhe half CONSCIOUS
mood which followed The catastrophe,
when the mind still hovered between
things real and unreal, the SONG of
the Wiinple revealed itself once more,
and with it the carols of the birds that
were ha.!ing the dawn.
make short but good running at
breakfast, aud as the Wirnple must be
fished before the sun has burned up
the clouds, bend my steps toward
the stream, turning from the Lawn IN.
to. Il path through the lush grass, OH
which the beads of dew are glitter <
like the jewels OH the scabbard OF
Prince Ester Iazy's sword. 1t Is my
first visit to the Whiinple, aud to me
there is peculiar charm In angling
upon an unknown stream. lis like
making q fresh acquaintance about
whom you imagine all sorts of disa-
greeable possibilities. You feel lii
tie of the vanity of an explorer, too
for scenes that arc unfamiliar to us
we constantly think are strange to
others. That May mornining, how
well 1 r-member it The dappled
cows; the lark singing with so mncIi
heart that his song seemed % rebound
from the very vault of the skies, or to
break as it touched it, and fall in d
shower of melody about MS; the scents
of the aromatic water plants-they are
present to me as write with vivid
ness that is almost troublesome. =
Here is bank after old Walton +
heart. A deep pool, above long
stone slab, covered with beard OF
moss, over which the w inple runs
and falls about single foot, making
q creamy swirl which ought to he a
sure find for troat. 3Iy rod ha
been already put up, and selecting a
small dun fly, standing as far back
possible, 1 throw my first cast. Ha
a raise as Ike; but he ba 81 t touched
the hook Try him again, and be
cautious in striking this time. He has
it, and he dashes across the rivulet
with the fly, lean feel, from the pull.
that he is o pound weight, if an ounce.
He has q game tussel for his life, bu.
wearies at last, and at thesroll of the
winch is .owed helpless to the little
shallow bay, where he isass led tofand
by the net. A beautiful fish, my
masters, cleaning with rubies, and a
pretty sight, as lie lies on his death
couch 10 the basket. upon q pallet oi
pale. primroses, moss and yiolets,
which have been paced there to honor
the first prize, which, like the first
baby, is always the most precious god
send. 10 ,aee 1i.s 5 -, 20 F,seE ~
Fortune is, tickle with us brethe.p u
of the angel, as with other folk
Fortune deserts me after the first ia.
sor. 3 In vain, for a whole hour, do ]
exhaust my skill and my fy-hooki--
The hareis ear that never failed before
fails the thy silver and gray, SO oft.
en- successful with the shy citizens Of
the brook, tempts them not, or only
tempts them to initiate the bull at the
Islington Spanish bulI.fght, which
merely scequetted with his hind legs
with filnB n ptiSta1 IN that ayb;h;t;o,,ls i q