The state journal., 1873-10-31
IOWS TiIIs.
Public Pulse and Current Comment.

The autumn davs are upon Us in all their
glory. Hunting and nuting parties are the
rage. To the former our grim sportsmen are
lying with all the glec of boyishncss MS il to
dgfy the warning threats Of approaching age
and winter, and celebrate the closing year with
royal rolicking. In the nut;ing paites gather
gay and iroic,ome boys and girls. Away TO
the 2l1wint woods they scamper--ovcr them
hang the tinted spendors of natures richest
paia,ing, golden and russct-huel-around them
shower the brown bountes OF the wood. How
their hearty, happy laugh goes ringing through
the vale. Would that their joys were never
cndin:. Would that The youthful twain who
have wandered from their comrads away over
illr crest of youdtr hill to sunny nook, where
lhay may have II word alone, and free from the
ruirr gaze OF q romping crew, might live for
ever the dream of love and hope, now the
witrhing charm Of their existence. The Ides
If October. IIuIlowcd be their memory. 1t is
The month Of nnr birthday. and we love i, for
That. Falsely i ii called the cmbcmatic month
If decay. II J. more that Of The inauguration
& u new if--a better and happier one, we
r,is'. some one ha. appropriately ,un" in the
l6iH" Of
OCTOBER.
There come, u month in the weary YEAR
i month of leisure and hcalihiul rest:
When til" TEc leaves iIll. and the aif l. clcl":
October: thr brown. the crisp, The h"st.
Ny lii,r la, little enough Of bliss;
! dril.: The days of iie odd eleven.
Counting thn time that shall lead 10 thi---
The mont! that opens the hunters hca'rn.
And Oh, fnr The mornings crisp and white,
With thy sweep of tht hounds upon ptr.ck:
Tho barl-ruoird cabin, the camp fires light.
The break of the dear and the rifles crack.
DO YOU call this triling: tell YOU. friend,
\ life in the forest i past all praise.
Give me dozen such month> OF end
You may take my balances of years and day~.
For brick and mortar breed nth and crime,
And pulse of evils that throh- and beats:
lnd men grow witlIcrcd before their prime
With the curse paved in oil the lanes and
streets.
And uugs are ciok,,i and shoulder. are bowed
IN the smo,hrrng rcck of mill and ninc;
And Doa h stalks in OH the struggling crowd
Bat lie ,huns the shadow Of oul. and pine
Aud Of MI 10 which the memory clingS,
There l. naght sweet n the sunny spots
Who're our shnniics stood by he crystal springs,
The vanished hounds, and lhHlucky shots.
NCruSu PARTY.
Yesterday WIS u lovely October duy.-oi the
lluidH SWIlIltE FoTl, tllti lHP ltilllIluN u III
turrJ 10 u numbcr Of cur friends, headed By
GENIAL Il. L. Stewart him of bncEclor fame. TO
lic Them 10 the wood- was irrc>iSi.hic. and
away they went. They were Mrs.. Griffith,
Mrs. MAt.ou, Mr.. lIDwcS, Mrs. llctil, Mr..
X. q. Cooper and the Young fDik' Of their re-
spcctiyo households. Mrs. Dr. Thompson, Mrs.
Doulna, Mis- Hannah lIannisan. Miss Lena
Buclcr, kalc Loomi', Miss Laura Watson. Mis-.
Jessie Hackney and the yOung Mon.etls. II
was happy party. 4 splendid dinner in the
wood, was the most highly appreciated part OF
the days cnjoymcnts. Stewart is enthusiastic
over il. Beats all the champagne Dinners ever
spread. The route the party took il one de-
serving of greater celebrity. The old Boonvillc
road beyond Gray's Crcek-Oui by Or. For
lyceS. II is a road that has is story. Over II
anne and went the travellers Of the earlier days
md the noccasinel bands Of The border. 1t is
he Oldest road in the county.
But In our rounds and routs we are not for
Getting our industries. Steadily our ariizans
Weld the hammea aId tr0wcl. and under their
mystic strokes new blocks arise like eNhaiations.
lod bless
OUR BUILDERS.
The mead of praise, the measure of honor
hat Is their due, Is too frequently denied them.
I |, 10 them we owe whatever of progress we
ave TO show. How proud should we BE- Of
heir work. How should we honor their enter
rise. Who Is il that meets the man who
houl,lcrs his responsibilities and bears them
Ike hero but honors him. How does he contrast