The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1858-07-01

He reaps the bearded grain at breath,
And the flowers that grow between"

Country Notes.
"He reaps the bearded grain at breath,
And the flowers that grow between
How many there are, that in their
mourning for the flowers, altogether
forget the grain. The grandest bou-
quet in the world was not culled by a
florists fingers in conserv vatory, for
it is a well-bound sheaf of ripened
wheat.
Set up in the field, and gilded with
such gold as lines the buttercups, what
fiuted column was ever so fair? What
richness there is in its beaded capital
what Corinthian grace in It's curved
entablature how like gigantic flower,
it seems, that quickened by some genial
sun, expands its yellow disc to-day.
Rear rural temple unto Ceres, and
let the column be crowned with coun.
terfeit presentments'' of full sheaves,
and what had Greece or grace, that
could be fairer to look upon?
A gentleman who honors us with his
friendship, sowed a field with wheat,
in front Of his summer house, not for
the sake of the bushels but the beauty.
And it is a royal luxury thus to be able
to sow wheat for the return it shall
make to the admiring eyes to be bereft
of the perilous gift of " second sight
that looks through all that beauty, as
through veil of gossamer, at the gold
en- garner, the plethoric bag, and the
snowy wealth of flour.
Think how, earlier than the blue bird
and the violet, it shows green On the
dark earth, and bravely fringes the
decaying drifts ; remember what phases
of beauty, there are, between the bright
grassy field, and the rustling ranks OF
gold; what sunlight walks, like its
Maker, on this sea and is not whelmed;
what clouds drag their shadowy an
chor over the bearded heads, myriad
million strong; how it rolls its yellow
surges in the wind like pillows at SUM-
rise.
And how noiselessly it puts its glory
on; by what imperceptible touches, do
blade and stalk and head, along the
broad sweep of the prairie, and the
graceful swell of the hill, break and un-
dulate in gold!
Such field is waving before us now,
rich and strong with promise; the tips
of the spears are not yet touched with
the yellow noon that fingers till reapers
begin to sing, but there is nothing in
all the landscape half so beautiful.
ruth no longer haunts the pastures,
Sobs no more amid the corn,
Follows not the other reapers,
Through the dewy fields of MORN"
But Beauty is the Ruth of our modern
fields, and though Boaz is gathered to
his fathers, yet may
g. the master love to linger,
Looking backward Ger the plain,
Seeing there sweeter treasure,
Than the summer-scented grain"
Why should the reaper prize the beauty
less than the berry, because he tolls fol-
the one, and the other is his TOR nothing.
By and by, the binders will follow
the Graders, and girdle the sheave.
with yellow zone; by and by, the
dumb reaper will move like whirl
wind, and leave the golden drifts in it,
wake; the ground squirrel will unrol
its striped ribbon of back, as it flashes
along the angles of the fence, and claim
a kernel from the rustling harvest; tn,
birds will sit upon the swinging blades
and take the little price for their sum
mer's song. And as the Jewish nader
is not there, many a master of the fell
will say, ,li 2fss'.earl - o. s
"Let them gleam among the shcaves."
1t is wonderful to think that the littl,
grass we call wheat, is the staff tina
life leans upon and grows strong; tha
what we make of it was deemed worth,
place in that petition of the Lord O
Glory, for every best thing that is wortl
prayer, and against every evil tha
deserves a fear: give us, this day
our daily bread; - that the least of al
the grains of the earth should furnisl
forth the tables of more than half tn,
world gf1 aHy
A strong-box bound with iron bands
would have been mans way of securin!
this precious kernel from all harm
such is not Natures plan, but slende
stem and a filmy husk instead.
springs and ripens in a hostile world
the eager air; the tattered, beggar
ly. winter with its keen demands
the beetles long-nosed cousin, tn,
weevil; "rust" that dims the grain
fine gold; rain that beats it down irtt
a matted bed of rich, luxuriant death
with these and many more for foes, how
rank and green it grows from year t.
year, qnickens the merry play of fails
the pulses Of the murmuring mill, tn,
grateful throbbing of unnumberet
hearts. at
PAPER FROM BEEr-RooT.-A new
material for paper is said to have beer
discovered in the fibre of the beet-roo
which remains after sugar-making ant
distillation. 1t is twenty per cent
cheaper than common paper, and ha
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