The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-02-13
The GLORY of the Winter.

We conceive of summer as beauti-
full time of the year. It is. Frem the
time of the first fragrant breath of
spring. and of the first flock of birds,
clear down to the days of November,
when the trees are stripped of their
foliage, there is not an hour in which
the earth is not robed in beauty. We
often hear people say, g oh, the dreary
days of November p The days of No
vember are never dreary, though men
often are. There are things in Novem-
ber that make MS sad, there are sugges-
tions in November that lead us to seri-
GUS thoughts, but November is not
dreary. 1t makes me sad, but there is
sadness that is wholesome, and even
pleasurable There are some sorrows
that are not painful, but that give
piquancy and flavor to life; and such
are the sorrows that November brings.
That month, which sees the year dis
robed, is not dreary month. like to
see the trees with their clothes taken
off. 1 like to see the anatomy of tree.
I like to see the preparation which God
makes for winter. How everything Is
snugged and packed How all nature
gets ready for the cold season How
the leaves heap themselves up on the
roots to protect them from frost How
all things that are tender are taken out
of the way, and only things that are
tough are left to stand the bnffetings of
winter! November is only sad to me,
and It Is n sweet sadness that it brings
to my mind After that comes Decem-
Der, the month of beginning ice, the
month IN which streams are shrouded,
the month of SHOWS begun. And then
come January and February, the months
of beauty. Is there anything on earth
so beautiful as the fallen snow? Yes,
trees that are turned to crystal as just
as beautiful. The rain that you heard
pattering in the night froze as it fell,
and every tree Is sheathed and cased
with ice. The glory of the sun is beam
ing through the branches and million
glittering srays strike your eye; and
with every movement of the wind and
every change Of your position the glory
is wonderfully magnihed. What are
! chandeliers, what is cnt glass, what are
/ the 0ew-ruw trinkets that human art
/ can make. compared with this work
noauship of God? And God makes Il
| for nothing. No door-keeper stands to
/ tax You for looking upon Gods glory IN
/ the world. There is no stinginess IN
the heavens. The seasons are not mig
| oardlv. The earth Is beautifully car
1 petsd. It Is robed in white. All tho
! trees are magnifcently sPpareled. No
leaves or blossoms ever gave them sueia
beauty as that IA which they are array
ed. And on behoIding them IN the
morning one seems translated 20 the
heavenly land, and imagines that he
stands on the sea Of glass in that crys-
taline sphere. The illusion would be
complete, If the contact did not bring
one back at the organization Of the
snow. If You viii take the trouble 70
examine it. Il is enough to I'll the soul
with wonder and pleasure. The move
ments Of Il. too, and the shapes which
Il assumes as u drifts. are well worthy
Of notice. think there are no such
lines and curves IN the world As those
which are formed by the wind IN the
snow. which overlap and flow into each
other in every conceivable manner, aBa
which are often 70 be seen on the sur
face and along the oyerhsnging edges
OF drifts. They are careless and graee-
ful beyond all comparison, and are nm.
surpassed in beauty. IN Her
! ed of Heatfh.