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tures of real life, tinted with nature's homely yonder south-western slope of an orchard, in front grey and russet ; scenes in dreamland, bedizened of that old red farm house beyond the river,with rainbow hues which faded before they were such patches of land already wear a beautiful well laid on,-all these may vanish now, and and tender green, to which no future luxuriance leave me to mould a fresh existence out of sun. can add a charm. It looks unreal; a prophesy, shine. Brooding meditation may flap her dusky a hope, a transitory effect of some peculiar light, wings and take her owl-like flight, blinking amid which will vanish with the slightest motion of the cheerfulness of noontide. Such companions the eye. But beauty is never a delusion; not befit the season of frosted window panes and these verdant tracts, but the dark and barren crackling fires, when the blast howls through the landscape all around them, is a shadow and a black ash trees of our avenue and the drifting dream. Each moment wins some portion of the SDow storm chokes up the wood paths and fills earth from death to life ; a sudden gleam of the highway from stone wall to stone wall. In verdure brightens along the sunny slope of a the spring and summer time all sombre thoughts bank which an instant ago was brown and bare. should follow the winter northward with the You look again, and behold an apparition of green sombre and thoughtful crows. The old para- grass. disiacal economy of life is again in force; we The trees in our orcbard and elsewhere are as live not to think or to labor, but for the simple yet naked, but already appear full of life and end of being happy. Nothing for the present vegetable blood. It seems as if by one magic hour is worthy of man's infinite capacity save to touch they might instantaneously burst into full imbibe the warm smile of heaven and sympathize foliage, and that the wind which now sighs with the reviving earth.

through their naked branches might make sudden The present spring comes onward with fleeter music amid innumerable leaves. The mossgrown footsteps, because winter lingered so unconscious- willow tree which for forty years past has overly long that with her best diligence she can shadowed these western windows will be among hardly retrieve half the allotted period of her the first to put on its green attire. There are reign. It is but a fortnight since I stood on the some objections to the willow; it is not a dry brink of our swollen river and beheld the accu. and cleanly tree, and impresses the beholder with mulated ice of four frozen months go down the an association of slimness. No trees, I think, stream. Except in streaks here and there upon are perfectly agreeable as companions, unless they the hillsides, the whole visible universe was then have glossy leaves, dry bark, and a firm and hard covered with deep snow, the nethermost layer texture of trunk and branches. But the willow of which had been deposited by an early Decem- is almost the earliest to gladden us with the ber storm. It was a sight to make the beholder promise and reality of beauty in its graceful and torpid, in the impossibility of imagining how delicate foliage, and the last to scatter its yellow this vast white napkin was to be removed from yet scarcely withered leaves upon the ground. the face of the corpse-like world in less time than All through the winter, too, its yellow twigs give had been required to spread it there. But who it a sunny aspect, which is not without a cheering can estimate the power of gentle influences, influence, even in the grayest and gloomiest day. whether amid material desolation or the moral Beneath a clouded sky it faithfully remembers winter of man's heart? There have been no the sunshine. Our old house would lose a tempestuous raids, even no sultry days, but a con- charm were the willow to be cut down, with its stant breath of southern winds, with now a day golden crown over the snow.covered roof and its of kindly sunshine and now a no less kindly mist heap of summer verdure. or a soft descent of showers, in which a smile and The lilac shrubs under my study windows are a blessing seemed to have been steeped. The likewise almost in leaf: in two or three days Snow has vanished as if by magic; whatever more I may put forth my hand and pluck the heaps may be hidden in the woods and deep topmost bough in its freshest green. These gorges of the hills, only two solitary specks re- i lilacs are very aged, and have lost the luxuriant main in the landscape ; and those I shall almost foliage of their prime. The heart, or the judgregret to miss when to-morrow I look for them ment, or the moral sense, or the taste is dissatisin vain. Never before, methinks, has spring fied with their present aspect. Old age is not pressed so closely on the footsteps of retreating | venerable when it embodies itself in lilacs, rose winter. Along the roadside the green blades of bushes, or any other ornamental shrub; it seems grass have sprouted on the very edge of the snow as if such plants, as they grow only for beauty, drifts. The pastures and mowing fields have not ought to flourish always in immortal youth, or at yet assumed a general aspect of verdure, but least, to die before their sad decrepitude. Trees neither have they the cheerless brown tint which of beauty are trees of paradise, and therefore not they wear in later autumn when vegetation has subject to decay by their original nature, though entirely ceased ; there is now a faint shadow of they have lost that precious birthright by being life, gradually brightening into the warm reality. transplanted to an earthly soil. There is a kind Some tracts in a happy exposure, as, for instance, of ludicrous unfitness in the idea of a time-strick

en and grandfatherly lilac bush. The analogy was a world worth living in. O thou murmurer, holds good in human life. Persons who can only it is out of the very wantonness of such a life that be graceful and ornamental, who can give the thou teignest these idle lamentations. There is world nothing but flowers, should die young, and no decay. Each human soul is the first created never be seen with gray hair and wrinkles, any inhabitant of its own Eden. We dwell in an old more than the flower shrubs with mossy bark moss covered mansion, and tread in the worn and blighted foliage, like the lilacs under my footprints of the past, yet all these outward cirwindow. Not that beauty is worthy of less than cumstances are made less than visionary by the immortality; no, the beautiful should live for- renewing power of the spirit. Should the spirit ever; and thence, perhaps, the sense of impro.ever lose this power,—should the withered leaves, priety when we see it triumphed over by time. and the rotten branches, and the moss covered Apple trees, on the other hand, grow old with house, and the ghost of the gray past ever become out reproach. Let them live as long as they its realities, and the verdure and the fresboess may, and contort themselves into whatever per- merely its faint dream, then let it pray to be re. versity of shape they please, and deck their witb- leased from earth. It will need the air of heaven ered limbs with a spring time gaudiness of pink to revive its pristine energies. blossoms; still they are respectable, even if they What an unlocked for flight was this from our afford us only an apple or two in a season. Those shadowy avenue of black ash and balm of Gilead few apples, or, at all events, the remembrance of trees into the infinite! Now we have our fcet apples in by.gone years, are the atonement which again upon the turf. Nowhere does the grass utilitarianism inexorably demands for the privi- spring up so industriously as in this homely yard, lege of lengthening life. Human flowers, shrubs, along the base of the stone wall, and in the if they grow old on earth, should, besides their sheltered nooks of the buildings, and especially lovely blossoms, bear some kind of fruit that will around the southern door step, a locality which satisfy earthly appetites, else neither man nor seems particularly favorable to its growth, for it the decorum of nature will deem it fit that the is already tall enough to bend over and wave on moss should gather on them.

the wind. I observe that several weeds, and One of the first things that strikes the atten- most frequently a plant that stains the fingers tion when the white sheet of winter is with with its yellow juice, have survived and retained drawn, is the neglect and disarray that lay bidden their freshness and sap throughout the winter. beneath it. Nature is not cleanly, according to One knows not how they bave deserved such an our prejudices. The beauty of preceding years, exception from the common lot of their race. now transformed to brown and blighted deformi. They are now the patriarch's of the departed ty, obstructs the brightening loveliness of the year, and may preach morality to the present present hour. Our avenue is strewn with the generation of flowers and weeds. whole crop of autumn's withered leaves. There Among the delights of spring, how is it possiare quantities of decayed branches which one ble to forget the birds? Even the crows were tempest after another bas flung down, black and welcome, as the sable harbingers of a brighter rotten, and one or two with the ruin of a bird's and livelier race. They visited us before the nest clinging to them. In the garden are the snow was off, but seem mostly to have betaken dried bean vines, the brown stalks of the aspara. themselves to remote depths of the woods, which gus bed, and melancholy old cabbages which were they haunt all summer long. Many a time shall frozen into the soil before their unthrifty culti. I disturb them there, and feel as if I had intruded vator could find time to gather them. How in- among a company of silent worshippers, as they variably, throughout all the forms of life, do we sit in Sabbath stillness among the tree tops. find those intermingled memorials of death! Their voices, when they speak, are in admirable

On the soil of thought or in the garden of the accordance with the tranquil solitude of a sumheart, as well as in the sensual world, lie withered mer afternoon; and resounding so far above the leaves—the ideas and feelings that we have done head, their loud clamor increases the religious with. There is no wind strong enough to sweep quiet of the scene instead of breaking it. A them away ; infinite space will not garner them crow, however, has no real pretensions to refrom our sight. What mean they? Why may ligion, in spite of his gravity of mien and black we not be permitted to live and enjoy, as if this attire; he is certainly a thief, and probably an were the first life and our own the primal enjoy. infidel. The gulls are far more respectable, in ment, instead of treading on these dry bones and a moral point of view. These depizens of seamouldering relics, from the aged accumulation beaten rocks and haunters of the lonely beach of which springs all that now appears so young come up our inland river at this season, and soar and new ? Sweet must have been the spring high overhead, flapping their broad wings in the time of Eden, when no earlier year had strewn upper sunshine. They are among the most its decay upon the virgin turf, and no former ex- picturesque of birds, because they so float and perience had ripened into summer and faded into rest upon the air as to become almost stationary autumn in the hearts of its inhabitants ! That parts of the landscape. The imagination has time to grow acquainted with them; they have ment, of immortal souls. We hear them singing Dot flitted away in a moment. You go up among their melodious prayers at morning's blush and the clouds, and greet these lofty-flighted gulls, eventide. A little while ago, in the deep of and repose confidently with them upon the sus- night, there came a lively trill of a bird's note taining atmosphere. Ducks have their haunts from a neighboring tree--a real song, such as along the solitary places of the river, and alight greets the purple dawn or mingles with the yel. in flocks upon the broad bosom of the overflowed low sunshine. What could the little bird mean meadows. Their flight is too rapid and deter- by pouring it forth at midnight ? Probably the mined, for the eye to catch enjoyment from it. music gushed out in the midst of a dream, in They have now gone farther northward, but will which he fancied himself in paradise with his visit us again in autumn.

mate, but suddenly awoke on a cold, leafless The smaller birds—the little songsters of the bough, with a New England mist penetrating woods, and those that haunt man's dwellings, through his feathers. That was a sad exchange and claim human friendship, by building their of imagination for reality. nests under the sheltering eaves or among the Insects are among the earliest birth of spring, orchard trees—these require a touch more deli- Multitudes of I know not what species appeared cate, and a gentler heart than mine, to do them loug ago on the surface of the snow. Clouds of justice. Their outburst of melody is like a brook them, almost too minute for sight, hover in a let loose from wintry chains. We need not deem beam of sunshine, and vanish, as if annihilated, it a too high and solemn word to call it a hymn when they pass into the shade. A mosquito has of praise to the Creator, since Nature, who pic- already been heard to sound the small horror of tures the reviving year in so many sights of his bugle horn. Wasps infest the sunny win. beauty, has expressed the sentiment of renewed dows of the house. A bee entered one of the life in no other sound save the notes of these chambers with a prophecy of flowers. Rare blessed birds. Their music, however, just now, butterflies came before the snow was off, flaunt. seems to be incidental, and not the result of a ing in the chill breeze, and forlorn and all astray, set purpose. They are discussing the economy in spite of the magnificence of their dark, velvet of life and love, and the site and arcbitecture of cloaks with golden borders. their summer residences, and have no time to The fields and wood-paths have as yet few sit on a twig and pour forth solemn hymns, or charms to entice the wanderer. In a walk, the overtures, operas, symphonies, and waltzes. other day, I found no violets, nor anemones, nor Anxious questions are asked ; grave subjects anything in the likeness of a flower. It was are settled in quick and animated debate ; and worth while, however, to ascend our opposite only by occasional incident, as from pure ecsta- hill, for the sake of gaining a general idea of the sy, does a rich warble roll its tiny waves of advance of spring, which I had hitherto been golden sound through the atmosphere. Their studying in its minute developments. The river little bodies are as busy as their voices; they lay around me, in a semicircle, overflowing all are in a constant flutter and restlessness. Even the meadows which give it its Indian name, and when two or three retreat to a tree top to bold offering a noble breadth to sparkle in the sun. council, they wag their tails and heads all the beams. Along the hither shore a row of trees time, with the irrepressible activity of their na- ! stood up to their knees in water, and afar off, on ture, which perhaps renders their brief span of the surface of the stream, tufts of bushes thrust life in reality as long as the patriarchal age of up their heads, as it were, to breathe. The most sluggish man. The blackbirds, three species of striking objects were great solitary trees here which consort together, are the noisiest of all our and there, with a mile wide waste of water all feathered citizens. Great companies of them around them. The curtailment of the trunk, by more than the famous “ four and twenty” whom its immersion in the river, quite destroys the Mother Goose has immortalized-congregate in fair proportions of the tree, and thus makes us contiguous tree tops, and vociferate with all the sensible of a regularity and propriety in the clamor and confusion of a turbulent political usual forms of Nature. The flood of the present meeting. Politics, certainly, must be the occa- /season-though it never amounts to a freshet on sion of such tumultuous debates; but still, unlike our quiet stream-has encroached farther upon all other politicians, they instil melody into their the land than any previous one for at least a individual utterances, and produce harmony as a score of years. It has overflowed stone fences, general effect. Of all bird-voices, none are more and even rendered a portion of the highway sweet and cheerful to my ear than those of swal- navigable for boats. The waters, however, are lows, in the dim sun-streaked interior of a lofty now gradually subsiding; islands become annexbarn; they address the heart with even a closer ed to the main land; and other islands emerge, sympathy than robin redbreast. But, indeed, like new creations, from the watery waste. The all these winged people, that dwell in the vicini. scene supplies an admirable image of the recedty of homesteads, seem to partake of human ing of the Nile, except that there is no deposit nature, and possess the germ, if not the develop- of black slime; or of Noah's flood, only that there is a freshness and novelty in these recover. But confine not your thoughts to self-interest alone: ed portions of the continent, which give an im. Let kind care for others come in with your own;

Go look at the poor, by sad sufferings crossed, pression of a world just made, rather than of one

For them“ gather fragments, that nothing be lost," so polluted that a deluge had been requisite to

Remember, when Jesus the multitude fed purify it. These upspringing islands are the

On a few little fishes and five loaves of bread, greenest spots in the landscape; the first gleam Although he could cause them to feed such a host, of sunlight suffices to cover them with verdure. He said, “ gather the fragments, that nothing be lost.”

Thank Providence for Spring! The earthand man himself, by sympathy with his birth.

I cannot mourn that time has fled, place-would be far other than we find them, if Though in its flight some joys have perished ; life toiled wearily onward, without this periodi I cannot mourn that hopes are dead, cal infusion of the primal spirit. Will the

That my young heart too dearly cherished. world ever be so decayed, that spring may not For time has brought me as it passed renew its greenness? Can man be so dismally

More valued joys than those it banished,

And hope has o’er the future cast age-stricken, that no faintest sunshine of his

Still brighter hues as others vanished. youth may visit him once a year? It is impos

Nor can I mourn that days are gone sible. The moss on our time-worn mansion

With many a heartfelt sorrow laded; brightens into beauty; the good old pastor who Nor will I grieve o'er pleasures flown once dwelt here renewed his prime, regained That early glowed and quickly faded. his boyhood, in the genial breezes of his nine For time with kind and gentle sway tieth spring. Alas for the worn and heavy soul, Still softens every passing sorrow; if, whether in youth or age, it have outlived its And though it steals one joy to-day, privilege of spring-time sprightliness! From

It adds another on the morrow.

CARL BENEDICT. such a soul the world must hope for no reforma-1 tion of its evil, no sympathy with the lofty faith

HELP FOR THE INDIANS. and gallant struggles of those who contend in its behalf. Summer works in the present, and

TO THE PUBLIC. thinks not of the future; autumn is a rich con- At the request of several benevolent citizens servative; winter has utterly lost its faith, and I have assumed to address you on the subject clings tremulously to the remembrance of what which the caption indicates. It is notorious that has been; but spring, with its outgushing life, vast sums of money have been expended, both is the true type of the movement.

by the Church and State, with but little benefit HAWTHORNE.

to the Indians. The former taught them religious theories, but at the same time they were fed

with tobacco and whiskey, and their lands diviFRUGALITY.

ded among those who should have been to them What, though an abundance around you is spread, examples of truth and justice. Hence, as might Your fields stored with plenty, your garners with bread, have been expected, the Methodist Conference Your store-house secured from chill poverty's frost,

in Oregon report as follows: Yet,“ gather the fragments, that nothing be lost.”

“They (the Indians) are almost, if not quite, See, Nature has loaded with blossoms her trees,

as degraded and as destitute of everything emSo richly, her treasures are filling the breeze; But she spreads her green lap to the fast-falling host, braced in morality, civilization and religion, as And “ gathers the fragments, that nothing be lost.” they were when the first missionary to this land And when the rich fruit has been yielded for man,

found them in their nakedness, their ignorance And bright glowing summer has lived her short span, and their pollution." When the autumn-seared leaves are by chilly winds As for the civil officers employed as agents tossed,

among them, there can be no doubt but many of She will “gather the fragments, that nothing be lost.” |

them are clever, upright citizens, and probably Now listen, my children: the lesson for you,

not one but what would fill honourably many In all things it teaches be careful and true ;

spheres in life ; but the following, which I quote O let no fair hopes be by negligence crossed, But “ gather the fragments, that nothing be lost.”

from a California paper of Nov. 15, 1856, is a

lamentable illustration of something which And when the kind words of instruction you hear, From parent, from friend, or from teacher, give ear,

should not be : And let not your thoughts in wild fancies be tossed, | “The poor Indians of this region are in a But “ gather the fragments, that nothing be lost.” suffering condition, and humanity demands that For God gives us nothing to trifle away,

something should be done to save them from But trusts us with blessings and time, day by day; starvation and extinction. We have an Indian Be careful of all, of each hour make the most,

agent, here employed by the United States Gov. And“ gather the fragments, that nothiug be lost.”

ernment to look after these remnants. Why is Say not, “ Here is plenty, and I need not fear;

it that no attention is paid by J. F. Henly, Esq., I am sure not to want, so why should I care ?"

the Government Indian Agent? We beg leave Remember, the fruits are succeeded by frost: Then - gather the fragments, that noihing be lost." to call his attention to the sufferings of poor

Digger Indians in this country. Many of their independent of both the churches and the Govown children are as sprightly and susceptible of ernment, and yet uniting the elements of both, mental culture as our own. All that is wanting. so far as pecuniary means and moral power are is the fostering arm of the Government.”

concerned. The natural inference from the foregoing is, Let intelligent minds communicate through that if the Methodist Conference report is true the press upon the subject, until the suggestion (which we shall not dispute),“ morality," "civili- (if feasible) is elaborated in detail. For the zation," " religion” have not been presented to present, I respectfully submit a few reasons for them in a form worthy their acceptance. Drunk such an organization: enness, debauchery, destitution and prospective First : Because, no matter how wise the plans annhilation could not in the nature of things be or ample the means appropriated by Government, to them a “Gospel of glad tidings of great joy,” it always has and always will be inadequate to and yet this has been the general accompaniment the full protection of the Indians or safety of our of " the preached Gospel.” And in regard to own people, until the magnanimity of the nation: their legal protectors, there is good reason to is awakened to a practical consciousness that we believe that the above quotation is only a fair are in fact, as we are in name, the Guardians specimen of the majority; and indeed how can it and Protectors of the weaker races on this conbe otherwise, when agents are appointed desti. | tinent. tute of the requisite qualities, pecuniary and party Second : Because oppression and cruelty are considerations being the chief passports to office? incompatible with true civilization, and tend to The writer of this has been credibly informed of self-destruction. the appointment of a school teacher who in his Third: Because it especially becomes us, as a heart despised the Indians, and openly avowed great and numerous people, to be a blessing, and they "ought to be killed"; and of a physican, not a blight, to any of the nations of the earth. with a handsome salary, who but a short time Fourth : Because we have ample means and previous to his appointment occupied many generous natures, and there is at the present columns of the Oregon press with arguments for moment, all over the land, a deep yearning their destruction, and in a public speech declared sympathy in their behalf, which should be he would not leave southern Oregon but with the localized and expressed. “last scalp of the red skins.” Some of the Fifth: Because the highest glory and prosAgents, whom the writer could name, are dis- perity of a nation can only be attained by the tinguished for lechery and injustice; and yet it security and progressive development of all under must be from the reports and statements of these ) its control. men that Government chastises and makes war. Sixth : Because we owe it to the Indian race, There is much talk about “ destiny, destiny,” and as a pecuniary consideration it will be vastly until it has become a stereotyped sentiment; but cheaper to save than to destroy. A dozen does not the above uncover the secret of this Quakers, with love and truth, would conquer mysterious thing called “destiny" as applied to and maintain a peace more effectually than a the fading tribes? Should it not rather be called dozen generals with as many armies. apathy, and unjustifiable neglect? It is true Seventh : Because we owe it to our children's there have been many earnest efforts and sacrifices children to the last generation; or otherwise, made by noble-minded men, but all have been when they think of the relics of the past, and of either misapplied or counteracted by overwhelm- the generations who raised the Pyramids and ing antagonistic influences. And, judging from scattered monuments of antiquity, they will feel the fatal and expensive past, there is no hope for ashamed of their fathers to think of not a living the future but in an entire change, and appro- specimen of the race of a Tecumseb, a Black priate means to meet the case. We should not Hawk, a Osceola, or a Logan. expect the sick to recover under the treatment of Eighth and Lastly : We owe it to universal a physician who desired their death (my inform- humanity, and especially to ourselves, that a ant stated that the Indians on the New Reserve branch of the human family committed to our were dying by dozens, and that many of them care shall not become extinct through our neglect. believed they were poisoned), neither should we The importance of this subject calls for the atexpect Indians to progress in literature under tention of Legislatures, of editors, of clergymen, the tuition of one who had no earnest desire to and of every citizen—all are responsible. Will impart instruction; much less should we expect the Press please copy and oblige their fellowkindly feelings between the races, when the citizen.

JOHN BEESON. Agents, who should sustain the office of mediators and peace-makers, engender difficulties by their selfishness, and then excite and mislead Depend upon it, the most fatal idleness is the public by one-sided reports. But what is that of the heart; and the man who feels weary THE REMEDY ?

of life, may be sure that he does not love his Nothing less than a great national association, fellow creatures as he ought.

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