Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1874-02-27
Selecte1 Miscellany.
From the Prince Georgian.
THE QUEEN OF NIGHT"
BY A YOUNG CONTRIBUTOR.

THE QUEEN OF NIGHT"
BY YOUNG CONTRIBUTOR.
/ The night is still and cloudless. The
hoar frost is glittering upon every
spray, and the trees, laden with the
tleecy burden, cast their deep shadows
here and there upon the silvery and
unsullied bosom of the sheeted earth
Silence reigns over the world. We
gaze upon the canopy of heaven, twink.
ling with myriads of stars. A little
while and their brilliancy is eclipsed
by the rising of the Queen of Night
to survey the world, with all her ma.
jestic splendor. Let us look upon the
long line of trembling light, which she
throws upon the surface of the silent
lake, and, gently touching the rugged
rocks and ferns and tendrils Of wild
plants, she perpetually kisses the bosom
of the silent river and dances with de-
light over the cataract, which rushes
over the brow of the precipiece, and
seems conscious of her own brightness
and beauty. Ever and anon she throws
her bright glance over the majestic
hills that rise one above another, their
varied peaks shining bright and un-
clouded in her clear light, while burst
ing from amongst their deep recesses
are innumerable streams, now glanc-
ing out like threads of silver, now hid
den in shade and darkness, until they
find their way into the deep and silent
lagoon, where the angry surf subsidies,
and the mountains, woods and streams
are seen again reflected in the CLASSY
mirror of the unruffled water. Then
calmly taking another route, she gazes
Iquietly upon the ''city of the dead" :"
lighting up the sombre church, with
its gray sides and arched windows.
with mild radiance. Here all is
grave majesty-the universal calm of
nature-and II thousand associations
rush upon us, connecting that lovely
and untroubled scene with vast and
profound ideas of solemnity and repose.
The moon ever seems a faithful and
untiring friend, speaking to us in ten
der accents. The stars, though bril-
liant and twinkling, are too cold, too
far above us for human love; but the
moon appeals to our hearts with taI'
derness and love. If wearspkdel Ie
influence of melancholy, whEhsha -
all minds the same tendency 6xAea J
solitude, and contemplated SyN
naturallyfIrsailtssd ils. rter As sGsaaf Gs..sa b.,
solemn aspect Of the heavens. 1t is
there that we look for peace, and We
can all remember when, through the
long watches of the sleepless night, the
moon was our only companion, the
only friend who was near us under the
pressure of calamity, or who appeared
TO sympathise in our distress. 1t was
the moon which we gazed upon with
such childish delight, and which, in
after years, watched with us by the
bedside of the dying, and flooded the
Ichamber of death with her golden
light, resting gently upon the calm
face of the sleeper, who will never more
guide us through the may paths of
life. The gentle smile, the glowing
cheek, the we'll known step, have been
changed-for what? For the notion
less and marble stiffness of death, the
silent chamber, the absent voice, and
the desolate home. 1t is the moon
which guides the nightly traveller on
his journey, and lights the adventur-
Gus bark across the slumbering waters
of the great deep, and glides along
with the light gondola that sports a
mong the placid waves of the more
classic shores. Who would not gaze
with the moon upon the celebrated
Castle of Chillon, upon which the suns
and storms of thousand years have
smiled and spent their fury?-the old
gray ruin, hung over with festoons Of
| ivy, while around its broken turrets
the wild plants are growing from seed
which the wandering winds have scat
tered? But where are the sighs that
resounded through those halls ?-the
groans that were breathed in those Sc
cret cells? Echo answers where?-
After the great battles are fought,
when the cannon's roar has ceased, the
moon throws her holy light upon the
upturned faces of the dead, and looks
with sadness upon the homes made
desolate by those who have died for
their country. Thus, while the blue
sky is studded with its bright host OF
stars, amongst which philosophers are
always discovering fresh worlds of
glory, let lis give thanks to the Giver
of all enjoyments, the Creator of all
/ joys! H. R. T.
"The one thing" says Jean Paul,
(which Il maiden most easily forgets is
how she looks ks-hence mirrors were in
vented"
1t is remarked by would-be phil
osopher that some people are wise one
day and otherwise the next.
a certain man has watch which
he says has gained enough to pay for
itself in six months.
We have plenty of prophets nova
days, but the seer that is wanted is a
good financier.
A compulsory hashish-eater-The
patron of a private clearinghouse.
For what port is a man bound DUR
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