Daily Kennebec journal., 1870-09-01
NO. 2os.
Miseellany.
SEPTEMBER.

Some persons live long in short time,
while others live beyond the allotted three
score years and ten, whose days appear
to them as but span. ''How short the
month has beenr' exelams one, whose
mind has been fully occupied in works of
benevolence, in revealing the mysteries
of science, and observing the wonderful
operations of nature about him. Such a
mind has had no heavy moments, but,
buoyant and elaltic, has risen from hour to
hour into some unexplored res ions OF truth,
pnshing aside the annoyances in its way,
and expanding with the healthful acquisi-
tions which are fitting it for the skies.
"IIow long the week has been!" is the
desponding utterance of another, whose
time has been frittered away without la
Dor, OF the pursuit of any ennobling object
which would impart to it life and yigor.
All the works of the Creative Hand show
unceasing activity The sea recedes but
to retnrn again: when it rests it rots; as
in the expressive language OF the "Ancient
Mariner - f safse ra
1.-The very deep did rot; o Christ
That even this should be
Yea, Shiny things did crawl with legs
Upon the Shiny sea- s<f
The winds circle the globe, bearing nour-
ishment in their breath, and sustain life in
all animated beings. Rivers run to the
sea, and there, eliminated by the ever
working sun, seek the skies again, and
pour their rich treasures again and again
upon the thirsty earth. So mustit be with
man. The inactive mind sinks first into
indifference and then to inanity.
1t has always seemed to US that 1.-The
Seasons" coming each in their allotted
time, afford the clearest evidence OF the
consummated wisdom of the Creator.
The wants Of Gods children, mental and
physical, are adapted to the seasons, and
the seasons to them, else there would be
no harmony in them. 1t was left for man
to notice the changing character OF each
season, and make a further division into
months, whose peculiarities are as inter-
esting, if not as grand as those OF the sea-
! sons themselves.
To the occupied mind, the months fleet
past us so swiftly, that, though we never
mistake them while they are present with
US, yet the moment any one of them II
gone by we begin to blend the recollection,
of its features with those of the enc which
preceded it. or that which has taken its
place, and thus confuse them together
then, to mend the matter, when the whole
OF them have danced their graceful round,
hand i'm hand, before us, not being able
to think of either separately, we unite
them all together in one imagination, and
cali them the past year, as we gather
flowers into bunch. and call them a
bouquet.
Now this should not be. Each one Of
the sweet sisterhood has features sufficient
" marked and distinct to entitle her to
place and "A name and if we mistake these
features, and attribute those of any one
to any other, it is because we look at them
with cold and uninterested, and there
fore an unobservant regard"
In order to really enjoy the months, we
must be strongly impressed with the pecu-
liarities of each-the weather, atmosphere
phenomena, the coming in and going out
of plants, animated life about us, in our
domestic animals, in insect and bird-liie,
and the changing sounds which proceed
from them at the different stages OF their
existence. We must "pay equal devotion
To each in her turn the blooming May and
the blushing June disdain the vows OF
Of these votaries who have not previously
wept at the feet of the weeping April, or
! sighed in unison with the sad breath OF
March. And it is the same with all the
rest. They present a sweet emblem of the
ideal of happy and united family; to
each member OF which the best proof you
can offer that you are worthy of her love,
is, that YOU have gained that her sisters;
and to whom the best evidence you can
give of being able to love either worthig.
is, that you love ALL" This should be the
manner in which we should regard the
months. They will pass rapidly. to be
sure, but will instruct us as they pass of
our own and their immortality,
because ever renewed, and bearing the
seeds of their renewal within themselves.
'These, as they change, Almighty Faith
er, these are but the varied God! The
rolling year is full of Thee."-N. E. Far
mer.