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evening, and hated correcting his copy, as statue of Beethoven, the great German comevery author, except, perhaps, Pope, must poser, was inaugurated. have done. Amongst his enjoyments must Need anything more be said ? Yes, a few be reckoned, a good glass of beer, his pipe words. The greatness of the genius of Beeof tobacco, and the newspaper—the Augs-thoven was then, now, and will forever be, burg Algemeine Zeitung. He used also to universally acknowledged. He is confessedly pop into back-doors of public-houses, to read the most distinguished musician of his age or what was going on, and then as quickly pop country; and for the most striking originalout again. Conversation he could not join ity, the most creative genius, the most vivid in, on account of his deafness. The use of a imagination, and the most fertile invention, bath was as much a matter of necessity to him Beethoven stands unrivalled. The romance as to a Turk. When his skull was opened, of his own noble river, and the wild, fearless, the auditory nerves were found shrivelled and beautiful, enthusiastic, generous, noble feamarrowless ; the arteries running along them tures of German nationality are found perstretched and knotty; the circumvolutions of vading the strains so often heard, and so well his brain, which was soft and watery, ap- known in every country in Europe. peared twice as deep as usual, and much Gaze a moment on his features ? Are more numerous. The skull throughout was there not mind and genius stamped indelibly very compact, and about half an inch thick.
them? They relate that phrenologists offered a con
The majesty of Mind was throned siderable sum to the sexton's wife for his
Before the human race head; which, however, she nobly refused.
As in a cloud !--they could but see On the 10th of August, 1845, eighteen Its solemn resting-place! years after his death, a great festival was
But far above them rose held in the city of his birth, to do honor to The image of the King, his genius, and erect a statue to his memory:
Who built his palace in the Soul, On this occasion the Queen of England, and
And heard its angels sing ! her husband, himself a German, the King of
So genius wins its meed! Prussia, the nobility of the principal states
The love of all its kind, of Europe, and nearly all the artistic talent
The homage of a nation's heart, of the day, assembled in that city to render The poetry of mind! fitting homage to his name.
The pride of monarchs' thrones, Concerts were given, at which Beethoven's
Who sees its trophy won, music was played, under the superintendence
And bow while all their people crown of Listz and Spohr ; banquets were got up;
Its glory in the sun! streets, houses, and canals were illuminated ; Born of the people, singing ever from his soirées were given impromptu; bands of music inmost heart of God's glory and theirs, the paraded the town, and nothing could exceed genius of Beethoven is a noble type of the the joy and enthusiasm of the assembled | deep mind-lore ever surging upward from the multitudes. In the midst of all this the great sea of the unknown!
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From Bentley's Miscellany.
THE AMERICAN SEASONS.
BY ALFRED B. STREET.
There is nothing to which mankind are so that you are surprised you do not hear the prone, as to overlook common objects. The warble of a bird above you, or see the delistartling, the wonderful have their charms, cate shape of some blossom at your feet. but usual things are almost entirely disre- But again will the black clouds sweep garded. We have from our earliest remem- over,-again will the snow stream down, brance seen the sun “rejoicing like a strong and all the fairy beauty of blue sky and soft man to run his course," the moon “walking sunshine appear like a passing dream., Once in her brightness,” and the stars spreading more, however, will spring show her sweet out their poetry of heaven.” We have so face, until the sap which has coiled itself in often looked upon the rainbow winging his the roots to sleep, like a bear during the flight from the west, and lighting with cury- winter, begins to awake and ascend into the ed pinions upon the cloud, to tell us that the tree to pay its compliments to the buds. tempest is past; we have so constantly be- But whilst this struggle is progressing beheld the flower, that frail child of the light tween Spring's vanguard month and Winter and dew, looking up in our face with a smile, for the supremacy, April steps in and deteras if beseeching us not to trample upon it in mines the conflict in favor of its mistress of our ramble, that we attach to these objects the green robe and the flowery sandals. Still but little interest.
this month is a weeping, shrinking creature, Still let us dwell for a space upon the appearing as if unwilling to undertake, becommon occurrences of the seasons as we cause fearful of her ability to perform, her find them in America, and we may possibly destined task. The sunshine and streaks of find things which (if neither new or original) rain frequently make braids in the air, and yet possess some claim to interest and the cloud does not more than show its black beauty.
plume, ere the rainbow comes flashing out, We will suppose ourselves in the com- and kindles up the sky like the ladder in mencement of March. The earth is yet cov- Jacob's vision. The grass begins to spread ered with the white mantle of Winter, but its green carpet, and the buds, unlike sappy there is a softening in the air occasionally, heads in general, are displaying great prowhich tells us that the chain of the cold mise of something within them. At length, monarch is broken. Still is be lingering on some beautiful morning, we hear with a with us, but with an ear bent as if listening thrill of pleasure the sweet carol of the blue for the footsteps of the approaching Spring bird amongst the trees, as if commissioned
At length a mild gray overspreads the to tell them that Spring is indeed here, and heavens, a light rain falls, and the snow com- that the little violet has sprung up at their mences to vanish. All around there is a 1 roots, to show that it was high time for their sweet gurgling music, from the rills that buds to open. And the trees “take the have started into being, and if the hearing hint.” The birch hangs itself over with tasbe acute, you will be aware of tinklings as sels, like the mantle of an Indian sachem,—the of fairy music beneath the pearly covering maple breaks out into a crimson glow, like a which is so rapidly dissolviug. The hemlock cloud at sunset,---the beech shows at the tips of shakes down its burthen, and the meadow its sprays down as soft and glossy as the breast shows its bosom of russet.
of the cygnet,—and the wild cherry displays At last a warm wind peels off the gray its banner, white as the coat of the ermine. veil from the sky at sunset, and morning The shadbush has been for some time scatterbrings in a south air so gentle and downy ed along the sides of the dark glens and hol
lows, as if Winter in his retreat had dropped, which merely show what will be ; it is in the patches of snow there, and the wind flower March of its existence. has kept it company with its little wreath of Childhood, like April, then succeeds; the silver in the paths of the forest, whilst a tear is chased away by the smile—the voice slight perfume upon the air tells you that the has broken into language--the mind bears its tender sprout of the wintergreen has just first few flowers of intelligence, and everypushed aside the dead leaf the last Autumn thing indicates that the soul is wakening, that had fallen over the spot of its birth. whilst the heart is being rapidly developed.
The clink of the farmer's hammer is now Then are the seeds of instruction dropped heard about his fences, his whistle sounds as within the mind, to bear their fruits in due he drives his flock and herd to feed upon the season, and the fringes, tassels, and down of rising pastures, or his loud call echoes as he the faculties betoken the future glory of their guides his plough through the greensward, leaves. leaving behind him rows of tawny fur- The May of youth then steps in, the heart
and the intellect are still developing, and at By and by the pleasant sound of the drop- last the threshold of manhood is reached, ping seed is heard in the fields, like the fine with the physical stature fully reared, and patterings of a shower upon water, growing the moral nature showing what the man will quicker, as great dun streaks on the distant most probably be in the future stages of life. horizon tell that April's tears are forthcom- June--the beautiful first-born of summer ing: The grain is all this time rising higher -is, in our circuit, now brightening the earth and higher, and at length the strengthening and the heavens. The oak, that laggard of sun brings up the last of the spring trio, de our forests, has put on his coronet of foliage, lightful May:
and one pomp of green is spread over the The fringes of the maple by this time lie woodlands. Amidst it, however, are later like live coals upon the forest earth, the birch blossoms than those of the spring-tide. The has dropped its brown tassels upon its roots, chestnut has braids of gold scattered over its and the fine down of the beech' has floated dark dome of leaves, the basswood and through the air like the white stars of the whitewood are spangled with yellow flowers, thistle. In place of these, young leaves are and the dogwood lifts at its summit a diadem spotted over the boughs, springing as it were of gauzy silver, whilst all around, in the out in a day, and expanding with the passing glens, dingles, and glades, the laurel has hours.
burst into great nosegays of splendid blosThe fruit trees now break out into a per- soms swinging over the brooks, lighting up fect glory of fragrant blossom, each tree re- the shadowy coverts, and making the mounsounding like a harp with the low monotone tains blaze out into one universal floral smile. of the honey-bees. There is a perfect jubi- The golden chalices of the water-lilies are lee of flowers also over the earth, as though strewed over the shallows of the ponds, frea multitude of gems had been scattered quently palpitating to the passage of the around, all uttering their language of joy to canoe or skiff which the angler urges amongst man, and praise to God. The birds, too, have them in search of the speckled trout or hun. all made their appearance. The warble of gry pike. The wild brooks are also visited the robin is heard from the apple tree, the by the lovers of the rod, who drop their wren chatters as busily as a village gossip lines in the sparkling rifts or deep black pools from roof to roof, the tap of the woodpecker that.coil themselves amidst the roots of the is constantly sounding like the house-build- alders and willows. er's hammer in a thriving village, whilst the And how beautifully morning lifts her drum of the partridge is heard as pertina- bright lids during this enchanting season ! ciously as that of the corporal and his file in How the first gray dreamy light trembles search of recruits. At last the fruit trees along the air, making the stars disappear one manufacture mimic snow storms underneath by one, until the east is kindled into the tints their branches, and May stands forth in full of the rainbow! How the colors. stream up growth with flowers at her feet, green and out, spreading into the heavens, and boughs upon her head, and a mantle com- glowing more and more intensely, until a pletely enveloping her bosom of the richest flash appears, and at last, amidst the gor. and brightest emerald.
geous hues of the clouds, and the general Human life hath also its infancy, as have gladness of nature, up rolls the sun. the seasons. It hath its scarce formed ele- And the blue calm noontide, how lovely! ments of mind and body ; its promises, | The white clouds are asleep in the sky, like
snowy sails in a breathless ocean, and the rent asunder, the sun bursts out, the rainbow earth basks in the rich yellow sunlight. In gleams forth like hope in the season of sorthe garden walks there is a profusion of row, the light winds shake down diamonds roses luring the wandering 'bees and butter- from the trees, the birds sing in full chorus, flies to them; and behold that feathered and all is pure and fragrant quiet, bright and spangle, the hummingbird, darting like golden beauty. thought from flower to flower, and thrusting Now smiles the glad month of the reaper, its little needle-like bill into the perfumed plenteous August. There is a flashing of goblets, as if to taste every drop of the golden scythes--the lightening of the fields all wine that is hidden within.
around-there is a pleasant, cutting, rustling But the shadows begin to creep out from sound in the meadows as the grass fallsunder the trees, and the long slanting light the maize lifts its tall stalk furnished with tells us that the day is drawing to its close. green bandrols like a lancer's spear, and
The sunsets of this month possess not the hangs out its silken fringes like a dragoon's gorgeousness of those belonging to Autumn. helmet, whilst the blossomed buckwheat
The rich crimson and the lustrous purple makes the air delicious with its odors. are wanting, but instead, they have a pure How gladly the tired harvester, as the first transparent beauty, a fine gold melting up star glitters like a diamond on the forehead into a clear pearly gray, with sometimes the of the west, shoulders his scythe, and hastens young crescent moon stealing forth with a homeward through the glimmering twilight. timid air, like beautiful girlhood just stepping Hark! it is the merry laugh of his little child upon the arena of existence.
who is bounding forth to meet him as a turn July now salutes us. Noon blazes over in the footpath brings him to his home, and the earth ; there is a constant glimmer of instantly that little hand is linked in his, and fierce heat in the atmosphere, dancing over that lisping voice is prattling in his ear. As the fields and tree-tops, the peaked clouds the door swings open, his wife is there to are like piles of brass, and all nature seems greet him with her smile, that immediately as if fainting with lassitude. The aspen transmutes, like a fairy charm, the humble flickers occasionally, and the broad leaf of cottage into the very palace of content. His the maple now and then turns over, but the arm-chair is his throne-love and obedience rest of the woodland seems cut in rock. The are his subjects—he is the monarch of a cattle are standing in the dark cool basins of realm of happiness. the stream lashing off the insects, and the And the barvest moonlight, how beautiflock has sought the highest hills and ledges ful! There walks the superb queen of night panting to catch the air.
in her azure kingdom, whilst her broad silver Suddenly a deep distant growl is heard in mantle flows down to and spreads over the the heavens, and glancing up, you see the earth. Several stars are around her, the black point of the thunder-cloud which is pages of her court, one heralding her way coming to claim dominion over the sky. with his sparkling torch, whilst there are two
A few minutes succeed—the lightning others following, doubtless engaged in holdglitters-the growl has become a roar and ing her train. crash-the cloud is overhead-it swallows How she turns into white splendor the the sun—the horizon is obscured, and at last lulled water! How she makes the leaves making the trees writhe and toss, and fall flash out with a pearly brilliance! The most nearly upon their faces, on speeds the mighty common objects are invested with a lovely blast. Å few great drops fall as if they garb, and the distant landscape is touched were tears wrung from the affrighted day, with a tender and romantic interest. All then comes a blinding flash and fearful roar, around there breathes a peace—a sweet holy and, like the fall of a torrent, down tumbles peace; the passions are stilled, the heart is the ponderous rain. Now the storm is at its lifted, joy is sobered, sorrow is chastened, height. How the lightning darts and wavers prayer takes possession of the soul, for the and cuts athwart the eye-sight! How the solemn heavens and the brightened earth are thunder bounds with a roar across the sky, full, deeply full of God. like a wild beast let loose from his den ! how The June of mankind is probably the most the blast dashes and drives on! how the rain happy, as undoubtedly it is the most radiant is whirled into a fine mist and smokes along period of life. The faculties, the fresh green -the Camilla of the tempest-pursued even leaves of the former blossoms, have now beby the furious wind.
come expanded. There are a few bright At last the tumult ceases, the clouds are flowers of boyhood's feeling yet lingering, giving a grace and beauty to the thoughts of | in heaven, in that glorious realm where all the man--beautiful and fragrant as the sum- care and sorrow shall be swept away, and mer blossoms of the whitewood and chestnut, where the weary soul, like the babe upon the whilst all around his path, shedding a glory bosom of its mother, shall repose in full faith over existence, the laurels of distinction show and security upon God. their splendid bloom to his hopes. Love, And now September, the first of the three too, at this season lights her purple torch, parts of that sermon which Nature annually and thus on the altar of his heart is kindled preaches to man, is here. The hazy heat a flame which brightens his future course has dissolved from the sky which glows in with pure undying lustre.
its witchery of blue—the clouds are soft and As man advances deeper in the pathway silvery, but there is a slight tint of change of being—as the July sun of his life beats over the leaves of the woodlard—the first upon him—the fierce heat and burthen of token of Autumn. That practical Pythagorethe day is to be borne, and frequently there an, the boblink, has now departed, to be transcome across him a lassitude and weariness formed to the ortolan of Maryland, and the when his energies would gladly retreat to brown rice-bird of the Carolinas, the wedge of the cool shadowy nooks of life, but the fierce the wild-goose, begins to be seen with its storm of circumstances rises to startle him point directed from the northern lakes tofrom his repose, the lightning and thunder of ward southern skies ; the yellow-bird darts adversity gleam and crash around him, the up hill and down through the clear atmosblasts and rains of sorrow dash upon him, phere ; whilst the crow, which always seems and his nature is convulsed to its very centre to hold its congress in Autumn, commences, in struggling against the fury of the tempest. politician that he is, to make the groves echo But again does the sun of joy and prosperity with his wise, solemn, interminable tones, adbeam out,-again glitters the rainbow of glad dressed to the “dear people,” his fellow-crows, anticipation, and existence smiles once more with the difficulty, however, against him that around him in its freshened beauty.
they are talking all the while as busily as he In the later period of his manhood, in his is. August prime, the fruits of what he has sown The purple hues of the aster now gleam in his early years begin to ripen. Knowledge in the forest glens--the golden rod curls over spreads her stores, sober experience stands its rich plumes of yellow, the crimson apples by his side, calm deep wisdom of men and of the thorn-tree are dropped upon the grass, things sways his actions, his ambition has be- the whortleberry crouches with its blue misty come chastened, hope no longer sheds her fruit in the sterile“ barrens,” and the blackdeceitful glow over all things, but in her stead berry, with its glittering cones, like fairy beeis a wise calculation of future chances-dis- hives, clambers along the fences, whilst the appointment does not prostrate his energies, plum and peach glow overhead, the thistle but, on the contrary, there is a cheerful ac- sends its stars to float like winged creatures quiescence to whatever comes to pass, and a upon the breeze, the burr of the chestnut is reasonable expectation that the future may changing to light brown, the braid of the have something more favorable laid up in its mullein shows its flowers, whilst, forerunners mysterious depths for him—that the ever-re- of the October tints, there are spots of crimvolving wheel of fortune, or, rather, the never- son scattered along the edges of the oak, and ceasing round of God's allwise providence, the beech displays, here and there, amidst may vouchsafe to him joy and prosperity on its green, a leaf of brillant gold. the morrow to compensate the sorrow and Thick amongst the shorn grass of the adversity of to-day, if he resigns himself to meadow are stretched from grass-tip to grassthe righteous will of Him who "doeth all tip the white threads of gossamer, until the things well :" in short, it is in the August of whole space is covered with a web upon which life that the man, the true noble man-man the dews of the morning flash, like the as God destined him to be, and whom in hea- pinions of the bee, humming bird, or hues ven the angels will hail as brother, towers up upon changeable silk, or (what are as spleninto the real elevation of his nature, if he ever did) the fancies of Tennyson's poetry. does attain in this life that exalted summit. The most interesting and beautiful incident
At times, also, amidst the cares, toils, and in natural history, occurring in this month, distractions of existence, there beams around is the labor of the field-spider. Gluing one the wise and virtuous man a pure, sweet end of his slender thread to some shrub, he moonlight of felicity, when his being seems launches himself forward upon the other, unbut a reflection of that which he shall enjoy 1 til he strikes the opposite twig where he