Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-03-20
LOVERS OF THE CITY.
Row Melancholy They Feel Over the
Transformations Of New York.


Nature-lovers are never AFRAID OF
owning the tender passion they feel
Tor their mistress. She is rosy and
innocent, buxom and healthy. or. il a
bit reflective and melancholy, like
darkling forests and the lonely shore
is still an object of legitimate passion
Tor which the adorer often takes a
certain amount OF credit to himself.
But the city-lover, the person IN
fatuated with paved streets and
brick walls. has certain coyness IN
| declaring his ardors, partial sense OF
shame, as If the frank declaration
would damage him in the eyes or
poets and people of sentiment. But
| there are more than a few who love
nature in picture and poem and prose
description better than In reanty.
who, in fact, know more about her
through these means than through
the seeing of the eye These people
are willing to take her reflected
image in the glass Of other minds or
In the scenery of "A theater or opera
| Their real love is for the crowded
| congested town, the rush and roar OF
the city torment that goeth up for
| ever the boiling and turbid tides of
humanity that flood the streets. like
yellow Missouri stream beating and
battering it's shores.
The city is snugness and comfort
II plays tune to which many think.
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missed in the colorless and vague
silence of the country. Nor are these
people void of imagination who must
be lulled to sleep each night by the
grinding of wheels and human foot
steps tapping the pavement. They
may compose country lyrics, lying
abed, like Thomson, or sitting in
city room where they look out on a
court with three trees and a pump.
They may find a weight of ponderous
thought and meaning az they tramp
the pavement, like Dr. Johnson, when
he walked Fleet street. his head bent
forward in thought, and returned In
stinctively to touch any post he had
missed on his way.
Charles Lamb was the frankest OF
all those who adored streets. who de-
lighted in shops and lighted windows.
One of his favorite places OF resi-
dence as the vicinity of Covent Gar
den market and Drury Lane, where
he might be continually enliveDed by
the picturesque survey OF all sort.
and conditions of men. Il must con
Tess | am not romance-bit about |
nature be writes TO one of his cor
respondents The earth and see
and sky, when all is said, is but
house to dwell in: just as important
to me lin sense) as all the |
furniture of the world. eye-pamper |
ing. but satisfies no heart Streets
streets, streets, markets, theaters |
churches, Coyent Gardens. shops
sparkling with pretty faces % In
,1ustrious milliners ladies' cheapening
gentlemen behind counters living
authors in the streets with spec
tacles, lamps lit at nigh.. pastry |
cooks and silversmiths' shops. beautl
ful Quakers of Pentonyilie, noise OF
coaches, drowsy cry of mechanic
watchmen at night. with bucks reel
ing home drunk; If you happen tt
wake at midnight, cries of Fret and
Stop thief inns of court with then
learned air and halls and butteries
just like old Cambridge coAeges; old
DOCK stalls. Jeremy Taylor Burton
on Melancholy and Reiigio Medicis
ON every stall.-these are thy
pleasures, o London!"
NO present devotee can love the
modern city. sanitary, trim. AND
az those old dead and gone
people loved the dirty. picturesque
purlieus of their vanished towns with
open cutters running filth. and
twinklin5 old lamps suspended across
the street, and footpads enjoying a