DIPS OF INK. BY YENDYS

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 582, 12 February 1876, Page 2 (Supplement)

DIPS OF INK. BY YENDYS

I wiill drop of ink Falling Me ile * u,>ai» a thought produces That, wlnuli muKM thousuni*, p.viiapa mill-'onj think. — liyaox Bfloved rea ler, ye\r«, inanv yeara ago on a d >r in Juii', I remember th*f, i-i eompinv v;itli a sch ml'intc, I lnunchod my li at littlo boat. How tivi il\ doe^ eyorythuiij; come bef jre me now Tho wwnet poaooful iJa_v f the clinliiu!' ion' in thr woid.o, M»d th« olnrrup of tho giWhjpp'or* ure deeply nßprosaed on ,'my mina T,j« tcent' of tlio violotd iitisjont'i in die air about me a'lll. " I itt-o th.i) tii'pp'i uiitr/inijile I floor, With grown nn'i pur,>lo aftiwei'Uatrovrti I wo tin- li,»lit np»n tho slmre Likfl lijjht tli<t ilvi- { hi starahowrra thrown." rotm-inbi-r to w» I! tho pi .cc where w« Uunch.'d U. lhfutill (nek of »c«il.n day witli its lmle >nar ß in of dnzuhng white auul which tho wa*e lors wfre kuatn^. Tlie-o nnjuiones hnvo clung to mo through inaiiy ( haugn, fro^h ani green, aul, whaiov"i tho future may bring, wlutover may bo regaled whon the d*rk curUin may be "lifted I know that thej will slide along m my droauitoriTer. Our onri snippo 1 and the little s'np b >un'led on over the blue npploK, eiu'ting m i>s freedom, lill l' was loatin the (uroif foaca ridgo*. Er«>n 9'i, hath the little bark, in the build tip of whii'bi I litre «pent m«tij an anxiou* d«v aud night, .annpt iti caolo and u bounding oil

into these* of mk. I pray that it will fi. j « trienclly haven jn the lv arts of all. * • # • • So yon tell me, dear re. der, that we hay. no MJene-y here worth looking at. Don't get H,, B ry if I don i balicve y0 ,,. My Ir.e.id tha fi,al petitioner wan of the s»me opinion « jou tho o h««».ght, until uijf.wnd, the arttot, knocked it out of him and at the attme time, though thw ni n .turn] [sequence, knocked a better notion into him You u.u.t kUOW,k U0W , ,f yoa do At airtadr. • hat we, a select few, are ,„ tbe habit v f ocisioiiallj meeting at our f.iend tlie artst's board, and m our af-er •dinner talk, (whicb although it is not across .he walnut, and the wine," uour wmethin? that answers quite as well,) we of en d'op our me. ,„ very pliant pkce/and rmttime,.pull up a big ti.h. the word is joniet cms for among t],. larger are mauy 8n »a!l iry so don't expect too much , n r n atllie Particular ereiung of which I ha* '?" k "' T" I"^"*'1 "^"*' chanced to f.21 on tbe scenery of tbi^ .-ouLtrv.and my friend .he log,! praa.t.ouer « M holding fo rtr / ftt a fwrful t e f,,W this Mimb of the law.'] He tte.it ou just as I hate heard Home of you bilk u show where there w not any fern, there', t.-tree to a.»ko up far n, an- perha . . ffiean llttie blwh in the ««amp jonder, don't talk to mo about it." remark about the beauty of the surrounding country. The clergyman, a m,H m ,nnereS gentleman msuggeetfd that tho country must N> bad indeed, to merit supq disprairt as that Lu.onrhostsniduo.hm^be tUrnel h» iha.r round and stretching h.s band to tbe bookcase, drew down hi. icetch book, which he on ned .[ the first pagr, and bunded it across the table to tbe ■cepic. "What do you think of that" he said, quietly. I arose and looked over my Jegal f iend'i shoulder at .he pi<.ture. Ihis is a f.inf outline of it: A deep glen, not to be degrad d by the appellation of guJl v , wilh a 8(r< ,* t fl|ll flo JWIJ Wl ■fiieam. and a white road that winds a'onc parallel to i ho water. On the r.pht hand i, t »itte bnd||,. beautiful in Us rustic nmpli.ny, oxer arched by two droopi^ w il lO wB-/eeping always as th.y B weep their long hands in th? water. And how beautiful :s the sop« m the bac ground, with the soft pencilling of the t, tree, and the wavy grass m between, and higher up and skirting it a'l around is tha soft fe.thery fern • out of the foliage here and there rues the plumed he»d of the oabbag- fref At tins timo to> the wild cohtoltulub -s twining of it all, and st.rrmg thr picture with ibbugliii flaneia. Ono c,in almost hear the murmur of tho watsr au if rnns j n au d onfc ainOl t}lP ru-liM and nnder tbe brown worn bank, wh.'re the fern roots ebow themselves polished by the raine of many wmiera. Oh ! Divioe Art ! thit can thus with the dark plmn-ge of the muss transcribe tbe wrniags of nature and make the cull waste paper speik ! Retder ! [ have seen this pietore under many aspects. I hive seen it m the bright Spring, when nature seemed trembling in ra >ouu a loveliness, wh-n the silvery ripping o't tha stream thrilled ono through an,d through I have stood hure at this se son of the year whm you mi K htsee the picture a< I have de-cnbe.l, bu> unencumbeiel with my p>or descriptio i. I hare ceen it to> ia tbe Au u nn, when the leaves of tho willows were beginning to fall m a golden sboTer, hastening to bury theimeivu aw.iy f.oin the cold fiost ! And in thj col « iros'y weather too I hare bepn here. When the air was crisp and chilly, and the beating hoofs of the ho <ws o>i the har I road sounded like tha rinirin? o* church bills. Deh^h.ed, I linger near thia gpo't, tfwmllinjly T go a»ay, but I never low »ieht of this bn%!t i picture. I don't know what my friend, the lawy r was thinking of asyhe bent over the Bk^tob, but wheu ho loo' m- it was plain he wag wiolly : cDi ince.l, rtlbnfue eatertuned a better opuioi of -ur scenorv. " Where is this place," said he at hit " Mark well the road," I answered, "when next you vis t the cins,ic ■ ity on this Cam, and you will not fn. to see it." I may Sl iy to you dear reader that we iutend t6 com vert this aceptic or die '. Here is a bit of p jetrv th vt mV friend the poet put into my hin Is this mormug. He tai I that he too hid so-»n the spjt and thn was th» result of oue of h^Tui s Will some of l,dy readerj, whn are ia poisesii m of pi.i ,os, set it to' mus.c. I knoxr s valley where a atreita Of upeakmj waters tf »weth thro' "Where cloudless 'neaih' the hot aum beam Fioat lizily aurosi the blue ; I are it n m, I hour the song, Of bird* athwart its qu-et winding afar! ai .f the throng Of angels up in he.ifen wero «n;;ing. Dear friends ! dear hearts ! that hear mj lay Ah ! w .uld th.t you would come with me, Thit we mt^hi dream for one whole dij, And think of nn»ht we could not see ,' Ho ahoula ih- spirit of the scene Fall on our hearts a calm bestowing, And our dull life* w ,uld K lido serene And flbwaa tlmt swdtt stream is djwing.