Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1863-09-11
Walking in the apple orchard, we we're

ticS DeaIlIip SUCH u HdNoT VI Soou uecus.
" By their fruits ye shall know them," is "a
Judgment that falls less lightly on trees than
on men Look at those russetts, with
boughs bending down like banyans, and
touching the earth with an overweight Of
ripening fruit ! a-
I" How do you make your apple-trees so
thrifty?" asked. v.
" An apple-tree," he replied, is like a
COW tied TO stake: you must carry food
to it, or it will starve." sE L
Mr.. Greeley'sapple-trees live as well as if
they dined every day at Crook & Duff's.
Every field on this farm made us think
of Douglas Jerrold's account of Australia,
"where, if you tickle the earth with a hoe,
she laughs with a harvest."
The pinnacles of Mr.. Greeley's grounds
lift one up into the presence of half doz-
en- magnificent prospects-on one side a
rolling country, sculptnred "as if Gods
finger touched but did not press" IN maxi
ing it-on another, hill-ranges running off
northward toward Mount Kisco--on anoth-
er, great and precipitous depths yawning at
ones feet, and tempting one TO cast himself
down.
After long walk, during which We de-
bated the best spot for building the new
house, yet concluding that the new house
would never be built, we lay down on the
grass and mutually agreed that God made
the country and man made the town.
Should we take a nap in the shade The
most famous man in our party of three has
famous knack at sleeping, either under a
sermon or under a tree! But it was too
breezy, and there was danger of taking cold
even at the very hour oil day when a
city-full of people we're broiling in the sun
like fowls on gridron. But lying Hat on
ones back and looking into the sky, is de-
light that certain school-boy used to take,
and he took it once again. How ones head
swims in the blue ocean, and how the clouds
pass over him like waves Getting dizzy,
and looking back at the earth again, how
everything goes gallopading round in cir
cle-trees, rocks and hills all dancing as If
mad A little drunkenness may not only
lose an army but turn the world upside
down.
What majesty in all the world is like unto
clouds They are the investiure of the
Invisible Throne. They are the fading, yet
never fading, frescoes on the roof Of Gods
temple. Castles in the air, battlements in
mid-heayen, tumbled ruins of great cities,
upheaved rocks and mountains, illimitable
coast-lines, profiles of human faces-all
these, and thousand more pictured glories,
one sees in the clouds What casters OF
shadows on the shining fields ! But the
clouds and their shadows pass away togeth-
er, and the grass is gilded again of the sun,
and one is left to think of the shadow on
the land that passes not yet-the shadow
of war and death. But on such a day OF
peace, could there be var in the world
Yet why were we thinking, just then. oi
Robert Shaw meeting death and fame al
Fort Wagner, and of Bayard Wilkesor
falling hero at Gettysburg? Summer
days are not bright enough to cover the
shadows on human hearts. How shall come
the consummation . Coming in cloud,
and great glory +" is the prophecy. And
may the overhanging cloud of the battle
smoke be the sign that the coming of thu
Son of Man is at hand, and that the day o
our redemption draweth nigh
Does any one ask, how does Mr.. Gree
ley find time to manage his farm? Th,
farmers wife is a good farmer. That j.
how he manages-and how, being goot
man, he is managed Garden and hot
house, with fower-pots innumerable, con
tanning not only the /" dear common flowers,
but curious plants from all countries, ART
her special care.
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A farm without a flower garden is like
shirt without collar, good for use but no
for show. And somehow flowers grow bet
| ter for woman than for man. A farm
without woman is an ill-graced bachelor
1t was a perfect day. Our visit was lik'
a Jewel without flaw. Now and thei
comes some rare and special day, set in thu
round year like diamond in a ring. Thi
was such a day; not possible to man lv
ing in the country, but possible only TO one
who had not seen Gods grass since las
summer. 1t was cool water to long-thirst,
lips. As man loosed from prison goe
home TO look with ravishment upon th,
faces of his children, SO one escaping from
the bedIam of streets in midsummer find
in his first look at the sky and the fields ;
delight unspeakable. 1t belongs TO htm
and 10 no one else. 1t was the exclusiv,
inheritance of one member of this party 0
three. 1t was to him, the whole summe
crowded into day. raa lI
OF course, the truer life is the one whicl
is lived in the constant presence of thes'
same wondrous scenes. Often. however
ihey who look at nature most discern it tn
least. But men ought TO be daily reader
of what good old Sir Thomas Browne call
:. the liberal manuscript of nature" Al
ewes ought daily to see the sun in his risin!
and setting: the sight is needed for tn,
good Of the soul. "Day unto day uiteretl
speech, and night unto night showeth knowl
edge" But when we are shut out from
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