Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1873-03-05
A Breath Of Spring.

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A Breath OF Spring.
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trrom the New orieans TImss.l
That subtle pathos in the air."
tho frat faint STRINGS of|
growth, came to us with tho early
rays Of February. No one can ex.
actly defiue the change, but imper.
ceptibly the feeling Of resistance to
cold softcns st this breath of life into
enjoyment. Like the dry, hard husk
which envc,opcd the seed, and falls
from IL at the first touch of spring
warmth, SO we drop our wintry de-
fences, aud lay aside the watchful
with which we fought
the bitter Geld.
We must confess that the cold has
been bitter this winter. Our climate
seems to have wandered oGinto space,
or we have exchanged with some arc
tic region. The land of the orange
and the myrtle was land of icicles
and bitter, stinging sleet, during De-
cember and portion Of January.
Even this month vegetation advances
more slowly than we ever remember
it before.
OF course thousand reasons are
given for this change of climate. The
atmospheric changes which were
noticed in the sun last summer head
the list, and we heard one. weful
looking individual yesterday offer to
pay wager that the sun was burn
ing out. Instead of the grand confla-
grafton which at the last day is to
reduce the world to ashes, he insists
that by degrees the supply of heat
will bclessened until we perish from
cold.
Apres nous le deluge. Let what
will come sin future ages, to-day we
hold the first days of spring, if it is a
winter month i'll the calendar. AS
we pass over the dry brown sward
our eyes arc arrested by some bean
tiful green miracle-a blade of grass,
a pale flower pushing its way up like
frail pioneer of her fairer sisters.
Very sparse and dear are they to our
seeking eyes. but they bring thoughts
that all the glory aud sunshine OF
May fail to awaken.
we are given to drawing quaint
analogies that none but ourseIf
wouIdIhink of. So, when Rosamun-
da asked us to-day, hanging her head
sentimentally Oh one side, ".Of what
does Spring remind you?' we an
swered promptly, "Of the parable of
the Prodigal Son."
Rosanunda stared, and we knew
she expected a different answer. Had
we not read ''Lockslcy Hall" together
in February long past, and "smote
the chord of self" in our own conccit
until. instead of ''passing in music
out of sight, it tangled horrible
discord3 But, woman-likc, she only
remembered the early melody.
Again we repeated, eyes, of the
Prodigal Son."
Has not the earth been lavish
spendthrift of the sun and air OF
summer, and then lies bound in the
dearth and poverty of winter? II
not fed with lusks, yet the pale
sunshine which kept up vitality wa,
scaut and cold. But the bsunleoui
plenty and goodness of the Father
never fails. In His storehouse the
forces of Nature lie ready and wait
ing, and with The first cry for help
comes the warmth and glow of new
unfolding life. All. yes the lost Is
forever being found again. The lost
hopes, the lost faiths, all the beauti-
tul things which have been deffower.
ed by evil. days, come to us again
with spring.
Men may be iufidel in winter and
sutnmn, and even in the full glory oil
midsummer, but we defy them to
bold to their starved barren doubts
during the tender goftness OF early
spring. TIE first violet or daisy
stirs the soul as no crimson-hearted
June rose can do.
| Whether this comes from hone OF
memory we cannot say. There is an
intangible hope caught from fresh
blue skies, soft breczes and the general
awakening of nature. There is alss
a dim remembrance of innocent DAYS
full of faith in God whose powe,
brings the "palingenesis" Of lovely
things from decay aud death. Both
combined probably nuke the ''sprins
influence" which we feel, and write
and talk about, but yet do not full,
comprehend.
| Weknowit is very sweet, however
and without being poet or sentimen
talist we would willingly prolons
the brief season of promise. Th,
tree in. all the glory of its summer
garniturc, can never fully realize tn,
promise held by.its tender leaf buds
The pale violet which peeps u,
amidst yellow grass and dead weed
shows fairer for its setting of b,eal
lugliness. F
4 So, of all seasons, give as earl,
spring. ''.-e-ss.z. ~
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