Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1873-07-05
A NEW ESSAY 3.AETER AN OLD
- STYLE.


Now, for six days, rosY-fipgered Auro-
ra, lazy daughter of the morn, gets up a
minute earlier and goes to bed a minute
later than at any other period of the year,
Now she porrs her flood of melted brass
in rays Perpendicular and palpitent,
scorching the pavements and the fences,
and making the air hot to the touch.
Now seems easy the fate of those three
Hebrews with nnpronOunceable names
who took disliking to Nebachadnez-
zar'simage of brass; and now the .grea
monarch's subsequent experience, out to
grass, seems wholesome and refreshing.
Now Shirt-collars are fiabby and oozy
and washing bills roll and gather moss.
Now 'handkerchiefs are used for mops.
and the air is beaten with fans, and the
barkeeper is necessarily pounding ice
and shaking, and the clerk mods at his
desk, and the solitary customer steers
quietly and bashfully into the deserted
store. -.. - -.-s.
Now people rise despondently from
their dinners and loiter for an hours
talk, Now gossip is wilder than ever,
and bits ofnews travel with lightning
rapidity. Now Madame and Miss seek
the couch of their darkened room, and
cover their faces to keep off the hungry
flies. Now, passing maiden doors as
supper approaches, you hear a pretty
scream and see a frantic rush of snow
white garments all arms and shoulders.
Now, at eVentide diaphanous muslins
reveal pretty CLEANS OF broidery and
insertion, and scarlet geraniums glow
contrastingly in hair and corsage. Now
rubber and kid gloves are worn at nighl
and hands that have deffed cosmetics aro
soft and delicate. Now eyes
become languid, pulses are quicker, and
flirtations are less noisy and more dan
gerous.
: Now young Augustus affects white
fialfnel and white ducks and low-cut.
shoes. and socks of striped Isle thread,
Now he cOnnot stand SO much toboceo
but takes more beer and things with u
straw, and smooth cool wines. Now
billiards are a bore, and croquet un-
bearable, and parties heathenish. Now
he likes to sit on the veranda, and watch
the lights upon the water, and talk Of
poetry chat he has not read, and senti-
ment that he does not understand.
Now the Oldest inhabitant cannot re-
member so warm a summer. Now the
rivers are low aud murly, and the
streams dried up into pools, with soft,
half-dry mud about. Now the leaves
upon the trees are dusty, and withered
little at the edges for want Of breath.
Now the cattle stand lazy in the shade,
with never quiet ears and tails and heads.
Now, the pigs, half buried in mud, pant
laboriensly as if about to faint, and the
horse plods slowly along, hearing hard
upon the check-rein and fighting vain
battles with the flies.
Now the great caravansaries of the
watering-places are full of life. Now on
beach and porch and ballroom floor
comes the ceaseless rustic of soft trailing
raiment, the gFeam of jewels, and the
glitter of eyes brighter yet. Now the
great ocean rocks and swings against
the shore, the breakers leap to sudden
tight, and the soft waves leap with cease
less murmur at the feet of strolling loy-
ers. Now the moonligh4falls a like on
foam and face, on splintered wave and
dropping lash, and the voice of the
waters Is either the sobbing of lost
hope or the ripple of an endless iov.