Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-08-10

The woods are all alive to one who walks
through them with his mind in an excited
state, and his eyes and ears open. The trees
are always talking, not merely whispering
with their leaves COr every tree talks to it.
self in that way, even when it stands alonein
the middle of a PASTURE but grating their
boughs against each other as old horn hand
cd farmers press their dry, rustling palms to-
gether-dropping nut, or q leaf, or atwig,
clicking to the tap of a wood-peckcr, or rust
ling as squirrel flashes along branch.
1t is now the season Of singing birds, and
the woods are haunted with mysterious, ten
der music. The voices of the birds which
love the deeper shades of the forest are sad
der than those Of the open fields; enese are
the nuns that have taken the veil, the hermits
that have hidden themselves away from the
world, and tell their griefs to the infinite list
ming Silences of the wilderness, for the one
deeper longer silence that Nature breaks with
her fitful superficial sounds becomes multi
piled as the image of star in rufiled waters.
Strange! The Yoods at first convey the i'm
preston of profound repose, and yet, il you
watch their ways with open car, you find the
life which is in them is restless and nervous
as that Of the woman the little twigs are
slender fingers that cannot be still; the straw
leaf ito be fitted into its place like a truant
curl; the limbs sway and twist, impatient of
their constrained attitude and the rounded
masses of foliage swell upward and subside
from time to time with long soft sigh, and it
may be, the falling Of a few rain drops which
had lain hidden among the deeper shadows.
pray you, notice, in the sweet summer
II psrHN II.
mountains; this inward tranquility that be-
longs to the heart of the woodland, with this
nervousness, for 1 do not know what else to
call it, of outer movement. One would say
that Nature, like unframed persons, could
not sit still without nesting about something
with her limbs or features, and that high
breeding was only to be looked for in trim
gardens, where the soul of the trees is still at
ease, perhaps, but their manners are unex-
ceptionablc, and rustling q branch or leaf out
Of season is an indecorum. The real forests
hardly still, except in the Indian Summer;
then there is q death in the house, and they
are waiting for the sharp shrunken months
to come with white raiment for the Summers
burial. .--Dr. o. ". HolMss. g.a,l ..d NJ
A WHOLE FAMILY IN HEAVEN. The follow
ing cloquent passage Is from the pen OF Albert
Barnes: "a whole family in Heaven who
can picture or describe the everlasting joy.--
Nc one is absent. Nor father nor mother
nor son nor daughter are away, 81 g.,al
In the world below they were united in
faith and love and peace and joy. In the
morning of the resurrection they ascend to-
gether.; Before the throne they bow itogeth-
er in uniied admiration. On the, banks, Of
the River Of Life, there hand in hand, and as
a family. they have commenced . career, Of
glory which shall be everlasting. There is
hereafter to be no separation in that family,
No one is to wander into temptation. Moons
to sink into the arms Of death. Never in
Heaven is TINT family to move along in the
slow procession, clad in the habiliments Of
woe, to consign one of it's membess 70 the
tomb. God gran. that in his inffnite mercy
every family may be thus united