The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-04-21
FROM "ION."
INV ATHENS COLLEGE,
GETTYSBURG, GREEN Co., Ky.
Anil K 1ohn

Apr1 o, 1871.
EDITOR JoURNAL.-The weather is !
Spring, that winsome sea-
son, has come again. The birds sing |
on all the tree tops. And such varied |
music Their sweet voices fill the cir
cumambient air. They call and an-
swer, from the uppermost boughs Of
the bamboo and oatalpa, as if they had
nothing else to do but to be happy and
make everything happy around them.
Sweet slngers-how much pleasure
they give. How desolate the world
would be without them-yet how sell
dom we make formal acknowledgement
of their claims to our gratitude. And
go the birds are all singing. The grass
grows green in all the fields. The low
ing aocks are in the pastures, standing
by the clear brook or climbing up the
verdaut hill side. The soft, spring air,
floats over the meadows-and sings in
the peach blossoms. The sun rides
high over the distant range and white
clouds are sailing southwark, on the
summer breezes. Sambo participates
in the common happiness, super-induc-
ed. He whistles with his team in the
furrow. His winter hat hangs on the
nail in the cabin, and the spring head
gear, on the rail, at the end of the fur
row. Bareheaded, he marches forward
behind his plow, thinking only Of Di-
uah's white apron, and shining eyes.
Diuah sings merrily, as she climbs the
hill, that leads from the spring, with
the bucket of water poised on the top
Of her head, and the gourd swimming
on the brim, as she advances, and sings
together. She has put on . clean
apron just to be in uqison with the new
leaves. She sings, because the birds
d.. Sho is now standing in cabin
door, looking over into tho fields, where
Cesar is blowing, and sings, twisting
her apron strings, while hs Whistles At:
ter his plow. One window is up and
the old woman is spinning tow by the
chimney corner. The old logs are
worn by the rains Of many years; and
one gable end has fallen in. The rock
chimney leans over from its own weight,
in token of ago. A four rail fence
eucloses the garden patch, whore the
green peas, and long rows Of lettuce
are rejoicing in the warm sun. One
ancient peach tree hugs tho south cor
ner, whose white blossoms contrast
strangely with the elder Dinah's black
and shri*eled features, and the time.
worn cabin, by it. But there, in the
door, still, is singing, the young Dinah
with her white apron on, looking over
into tho field, this warm, pleasant spring
afternoon and the south winds are blow.
ing, and the birds arc all singing to.
| gether.
Kentucky beauties fit by, on richly
coparisoped horses With their lit.
tie riding whips, and gay deoeivers, By
their sides. The adjournment, on their
: jaunty riding hats, shine in the sun
like FURNISHED silver. A long cloud
Of dust follows in the wake; and re-
gretfally I lose sight Of the captivating
vision. On the street, tho gay ribbons
stream away; and new stocks Of d.,
goods suffer.
But it is spring which puts this new
aspect on al things animate, and imam
, innate. Everything, and everybody
seems to rejoice in new lease Of life
, The peacock spreads his tail wider thar
! ever q much as to. say-'you see I be
) eiu life anev'-and so he struts BY th
). garden fence With the air Of 5 very in
! ! s:crtant personage. sambo, the pea
!. s,ok, and /, tn.ss- end feel about alike
The blooming flowers, the leaving up
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