The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1872-09-29
The summer is Passing Away

4he Su""cE Ihsshhk A"hys
BY A. 8. PEAsE.
The summer is passing away;
The flowers are dropping and dying,
The apple trees bend with their fruit;
The elves in the corn are at play;
But voice through the trellis is sighinR-
The summer is passing away.
The summer is passing away;
Tho birds haze hay; forsaken their Young
The bobolink tarries his stay;
But hear only this in their song
The summer is passing away.
The summer is passing away;
No perfume enlivens the sense;
The fragrance that 1avors the breeze
The chilling winds moan through the fence
The summer is passing away.
The summer is passing away;
The sun shine falls thin on the grass;
The night dews are heavy and dank;
The forest trees solemnly say,
And the rivulets murmur, alasl
The summer is passing away.
The summer is passing away,
And the thought to the senses is sad;
But the orchards are burdened with fruit,
And the elves in the corn are at play,
And the heart Of the reaper is glad
That the summer Is passing away.
Life's summer is passing away;
The visions of youthhood are fed;
The senses are blunted by age;
The raven locks turning to gray;
The friends Of our infancy dead
LIES summer is passing away.
"Life's summer is passing away"
1s whispered by heavenly voices;
Hope, labor, patience and faith,
Having toiled through the heat OF the day,
The soul Of the Christian rejoices
That life's summer passes away.
Mrs. LAURA D. FA1R-THE sWoMAS IN
BLACK" The San Francisco Chronicle,
of September 10. gives the following de-
scription of ''the woman in black" as
she is now called, Mrs. Laura D. Fair,
on the occasion of her appearance in
court, on her second trial for the murder
of A. P. Orittenden, now in progress in
San Francisco. The Chronicle says:
As Mrs. Fair came in, the crowd made
passage way, through which she walked
with firm step. She was dressed, as
usual, in deep black-black silk dress,
black hat and veil. and black gloves.
Everything was black except her face,
which was as white as Parian marble.
Her golden curls trailed down through
The folds Of her sombre veil, and seemed
like rays of sunlight streaming through
blackened cloud. She seated herself
at the lawyers table, ana, resting her
head on her hand, seemed lost in sad,
sad reverie. In the opening proceedings,
she took no interest whatever. She sat
with her eyes on the floor, and only lift
ed them when her counsel turned to her
to make some remark. Her veil was
kept down closely over her face, and lie r
features were almost entirely hidden
from the eager, curious gaze of the
crowd. Later in the day, when the
names OF the jurors were called, she
manifested slight degree of interest;
bnt when, one after another, they we're
excused, because they entertained OPT
mons, she seemed to gather from the
circumstance knowledge OF how little
sympathy there was in the cold, hard
faces about her. For awhile she listened,
but soon sank back in her chair, evident
ly disheartened and depressed. Once
she smiled when listening to the ques-
tioning of an idiot, who WAS on the
stand under examination as to his qualifi-
cations to sit on the jury, but it was a
slckly, mournfnl smile, and passed away
as quickly as it came. Sitting apart from
the prominent actress in the scene was
another elder lady. She, too, was at.
tired in black, and looked sad and sor-
rowful. This was the mother of Mre.
Fair. She had come into court before
Mrs. Fair, but when the latter entered,
she did not notice her. Neither spoke
to the other, and both sat apart, silent
and alone.
It was after long dny in India that
Sir Henry Smith drew up to allow his
command to march past him into their