The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics
Various
American periodicals
After breakfast, I took my fishing-rod, and went down through our
orchard to the river-side; but as three or four boys were already in
possession of the best spots along the shore, I did not fish. This river
of ours is the most sluggish stream that I ever was acquainted with. I
had spent three weeks by its side, and swam across it every day, before
I could determine which way its current ran; and then I was compelled to
decide the question by the testimony of others, and not by my own
observation. Owing to this torpor of the stream, it has nowhere a
bright, pebbly shore, nor is there so much as a narrow strip of
glistening sand in any part of its course; but it slumbers along between
broad meadows, or kisses the tangled grass of mowing-fields and
pastures, or bathes the overhanging boughs of elder-bushes and other
water-loving plants. Flags and rushes grow along its shallow margin. The
yellow water-lily spreads its broad, flat leaves upon its surface; and
the fragrant white pond-lily occurs in many favored spots,--generally
selecting a situation just so far from the river's brink, that it cannot
be grasped except at the hazard of plunging in. But thanks be to the
beautiful flower for growing at any rate. It is a marvel whence it
derives its loveliness and perfume, sprouting as it does from the black
mud over which the river sleeps, and from which the yellow lily likewise
draws its unclean life and noisome odor. So it is with many people in
this world: the same soil and circumstances may produce the good and
beautiful, and the wicked and ugly. Some have the faculty of
assimilating to themselves only what is evil, and so they become as
noisome as the yellow water-lily. Some assimilate none but good
influences, and their emblem is the fragrant and spotless pond-lily,
whose very breath is a blessing to all the region round about.... Among
the productions of the river's margin, I must not forget the
pickerel-weed, which grows just on the edge of the water, and shoots up
a long stalk crowned with a blue spire, from among large green leaves.
Both the flower and the leaves look well in a vase with pond-lilies, and
relieve the unvaried whiteness of the latter; and, being all alike
children of the waters, they are perfectly in keeping with one
another....
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