The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1868-10-23
SUMNER rs GONE.

The following beautiful and touching
memorial upon the departed season APP
peared in the Chicago Post a few weeks
since:
The summer is gone. Last night at
II O'Clock, under the quiet moonlight.
the summer of 1868 sailed off into the
great Past. Its highest penons will
soon be under the horizon. How fast
our zone turns away from the sun :
How fast the ice-line approaches! The
quick ear can almost hear the sigh. and
the quick eye almost detect the shudder
of the flowers. Short, indeed, is the Pc
Rod between the falling of the apple
blossoms and the falling of the snow
flakes. As we grow older, the same
wind seems to twirl them into our faces.
To the young, from bud to bloom and
from bloom TO fruitage is long time !:
to the old it is the suddenness of magic.
The suns are grows shorter each dav.
Soon it will bend low to the South.
But a few weeks, and we shall be show
cred upon by the red and yellow leaves.
They will come down into our door
yards and fall softly upon the graves of
many we loved. Some will never see
green leaves again. Those that now
rustic over our heads may be transmit
ed by natures wonderful alchemy, when
the snow shall have laid upon them.
Into wreaths to deck our tombs.
The departure of summer is witness
ed with the most varied emotions. A
goodly number of our people are glad
to escape its heat and dust. To them
ITS going signals the approach Of shorter
days tor business, and longer nights for
pleasure. They prefer to graduate the
temperature indoors to suit themselves.
The cost ofanthracite is more than COM
pensated by the gain of comfort The
hot air of summer will come in, but the
cold air of winter we can expel. What
IS the loss of the sun to those who can
Hood their apartments with gas light,
and make their coy parlors rosy with
are those to whom the sun is oil and
fuel. They dread the shortening and
cooling of the days. There are many,
very many such in this city. The sea-
son that brings hilarious Thespis and
nils Crosby's with beauty and song,
brings also gaunt want and fills ten
thousand hearts with anguish. Let not
the frosts that will soon bite off the
leaves and cut down the lingering flow
ers chill our charities. Like the gem
that gamers the sunlight of the day that
it may give it forth in the night, let us
lmprlson in our souls the light and
warmth of the present, that we may
give it out to those who need it in the
winter that is coming apace. Remem-
Der the poor. The snow will come to
them, not as poem, but sombre sor-
row. There is ever work for Gods ia
vored ones in this great city. Hunt up
the objects of charity and make them
thank Heaven for the storm because it
brings you to their door.
How wondrous the change of the sea-
sons! The cool nights seem now to be
chilling the life out of all the ANIMALS.
The upward stroke of the engine is in
the spring, when the capillary pistons
I'LL with the nOurishing sap-the DOWN
ward stroke in the autumn, when an icy
breath condenses the vital vapors. Thus
ever goes the engine FLASHING through
time. weaving alternately drapery of
foliage and drapery of snow, heaping
up icebergs and melting them down,
II lifting rivers into the air or sending
inem flushed to the ocean, projecting
silver streams over precipices and con-
gealing them into icicles, painting the
Checks of the maiden and extracting
Color from the lips of the'matron. chas-
Ing life with death and death with life
in ceaseless activity. The summer is
gone.