Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1858-06-28
summer Time.


We are now in the very midst of that efulgent
season of the year, when, in this portion OF the
globe. all the forces and elements Of Nature are
wofk5ne in sublime and harmonious combination
for she good Of man.
The dissolving SHOWS of Winter and the heavy
rains Of Spring-time have saturated the earth
with moisture, and from its bubblng fountains
Shs streams and rivers receive unstinted supplies.
which form the highways of commerce and drive
the mechanism that transforms the rudest pro
.ductions Of animal and vegetable life into the
most delicate and useful fabrics for the conven-
fence and comfort Of the human race
The gentle showers of Summer have fallen up
on the tiny SEEDS that the husbandman, in trust
ing faith, deposited in the ground, and have caus
sd them TO terminate and send forth their leaves
and blossoms, prophetic of the future abundant
harvest. Upon every hillside and upon every
plain, in the forest, and upon the mountain top.
in the air and in the sea, everything that lives is
rejoicing in the joy Of these long, bright, Summer
days. and in the gorgeous beauty with which Ma
ture's great Ialchimist, the sun, has clothed the
earth and peoped the air and the sea.
The great revulson of the last year, like the
great revulsions OF all previous years, has in no
wise affected the economy Of the universe, or
wrought disaster in those departments which are
governed and controlled by 1.-THE higher law :"
and SO, while destruction has done its perfect
work where men have built upon their own wis
dom, and found it but folly; where, in the lam
gusgeIof another, 'decline, and change, and loss
have followed decline, and change, and loss, in
such rapid succession that We could almost hear
the sound OF universal wasting as it went on
around u.s., nature, the. great harmonizer and
Festorer, is now working and assimilsting the
juices of the ground, the moisture and the dry
ness of the air, the day heats, and the even
ing dews, to supply all waste, to fill the emPtied
granares, to reload our tables with plenty, and
our storehouses with sustenance for man and
beast; SO that when we have drank the bitterest
cup Of privation and Disappointment, we may feel
and know that mans ways are not as Gods ways,
and that in this glorious world Of ours SO full Of
objects for our labor and our love, there need new
be occasion or excuse for sadness or despair,
except it GENES as consequence Of our follies
or our crimes
The refreshing shower Of rain that fell last week
or the week before, though to the casual OBJ
server it seemed only as much water to wet
the ground, or allay the dust, had mission to
fulfil, did we but observe it, even like that ofhim
who in the old time lifted up his voice in the will
derness, saying. tprepare ye the way of the
Lord" Those drops Of rain,-they multiplied by
two, every blade of grass over ever so many de-
gress of latitude and of longitude, they uncurled
the rolling leaves Of Indian corr, and gave strength
90 the thick standing spears Of wheat, to strike
their rootiets still deeper into theground, thence
to draw the material for larger crop OF the staff
of life. The cattle upon thousand hills, grown
thin and weary with cropping the bare and brown
heritage, rejoced amid the rain drops of
the falling shower-the farmer, also, as he
stood in his doorway, watching the gathering
clouds as they were marshalled by all the winds
Of Heaven, above his corn-6elds, rejoiced but the
cause of rejoicing, though perhaps unobserved,
was as great on the part Of the merchant, the
mechanic. and the manufacturer; for, after all,
Mother Nature shows no paFtialities for her
children, the earth withholds her bounties from
none Of them and, in the complex web of human
life and:human society, the slackness or the ten
SION OF the LnEeaos cOmes upon ala GLASSES anu
upon all interests alike.
Who will say that bountiful harvest benefits
the farmer alone. or that Saturdays bright sun
shine upon the Banks of Newfoundland was aus
picious Of future good only to the fisherman who
threw his line from The deck of Cape Ann
schooner, on that day, and caught the scaly
monsters as fast as he could draw it up again
Certainly, none who observe and reflect; certain
ly, none who, in this delightful Summer weather,
look upon Nature and her works with joy and
delight, and thence look upward to Natures
God with admiration, reverence, and love. To
hem, this Summer time, these bright golden
days, and these serene nights, are perpetual
reminder Of Gods wisdom, goodness, and power,
and did we improve their heeting hours aright,we
should be drawn by their calm and silent inAuen
ces into so close communication with the Au
thor and Source Of the beauties we admire and
the blessings we receive, that earth's trials ant
earths cares would depress US less, and the hopeI
and aspirations for better life beyond the grave
would delight US more.