Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1859-07-29

from their cherished notions and at one
pronounce the audacious individual +
fool and want to knock him in the head
He that is wise in his own conceit (saitl
the Scripture) there is more hope of {
fool than of him. That's 50. Nun
ced,
No personalities. l dismiss the wo.
mans rights subject forever, ,and bidding
defiance to critics dash on at random
saying what l please about whatever
comes into my head. How Time slips
away to be sure! First we are wee sin
fants in our cradles amusing ourselves
with playing with rattles, patting cakes
and that sort of recreation; then we are
harum scarum children chasing butter
flies and blowing soap bubbles; mot that
infants are not children) then rattle
Drained youths eagerly pursuing some
Will o the Wisp happiness, and then
few years that seem like a bewilderins
dream roll over us and we are gray-hair-
ed men and women. At last Death
comes and wakes us from our dream. nev.
er too soon. Now who would believe
this blessed day in the year Of our Lord
1859 was the Goth of June, if they had
no Almanac: The month Of roses is
going. She is packing up her clothes
and getting ready for departure. The
weather has not been very summerlikc;
there has been any quantity of rain:
nights and mornings have been cold and
there has been some frost; yes. frost this
blessed month which pinches the checks
Of few presuming vegetables that ven-
tured to make their appearance before
they were called for. thinking summer
had really come. But despite the cold
and the frost which should belong to
rougher months and the superhuity Of
rain and the fog which is thought by
some to have been made in vain,' we
knew by many unmistakable signs that
Summer was with us. A perverse mood
had come over our sweet month of ro-
ses. but she was still busily at work all
the while assisting mother Nature in her
great Summers work of rcnorating all
her creations, her general setting things
to rights after Winters reign is over and
tue days siow iuIiS. 1,nu nvAU yoai uui
beautiful June will come back to us in
softened mood having repented of her
unwonted perverseness, mild and amia-
BILE. like herself again. The trees have
all put on their summer dresses. they
are not ashamed to appear green, and
though all decked in Natures favoritc
color there is no similarity in their
looks. Very stately and beautiful are
they in their conscious lov elincss and
dignity. How fond Nature is of rariety!
Now, although she deals so largely in
green coloring she varies this prevailing
hue with every variety of inimitable
shades that we may never tire of seeing
SO much sreenncss. Apple trees, Cher
ry trees. Willows, Poplars, Birchcs, Ma
pies and the solemn >pruccs in the dis
tance are all dressed in green, but there
is no sameness in their appearances. for
the kind of green they are arrayed in is
as different from all other green as there
is difference in their stature and shape.
Then the graceful Elder bushes which
grow in such beautiful green masses
with their cream colorcd blossoms by the
Naples, have color peculiar to them
selves, and the waving Grass which grows
so luxuriantly, thickly interspcrsed with
Dandelions and Clover. rejoiccs in a
complexion of its cwn. The same diver.
sity is observable in all of Nature 5
works. H.