The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-03-10
A SCREED ABOUT FLOWERS

A SCREED ABOUT FLOWERS
We were indebted TO Mrs. JENNIE
T. MCHENRY for a floral treat last
Wednesday morning, consisting of
beautiful crimson tulip, blue and
yellow crocus, and a hyacinth delicate
ly pink and breathing aromatic sweets.
Mrs. NJ. is a true worshipper at the
shrine of FLORA, and her home is a tenn
pie consecrated to that gentle goddess,
and all the winter through it has been
ornamented with and perfumed by the
rarest and most beautiful of exotics,
reared and guarded by her tender and
loving hand. The rough-faced, harsh
voiced, but gentle-hearted old GEORGE
GILFILLAN has said: BLESSED is the
home whose mistress loves flowers. -
And so say we.
We are passionately fond of flowers,
bright children of the sun and dew, and
exquisite is our delight when we come
upon them at unexpected times. Then,
like stolen kisses, they are all the sweet
er because Of the surprise. Glad, in
deed, were we to greet among the snowy
steppes Of the Siberia of the year, these
exiled children of the summer, whose
lips of beauty breathe delicious odors on
the air of our room. Feasting our eyes
upon their loneliness, we then cast a
glance from the easement upon'poor old
mother earth. shivering IN the embrace
of the cold, white arms of the snow,
and our heart went out in thankfulness
to the lady whose thoughtful kindness
had thus prettily remembered us.
Flowers in winter! What a theme
for the poetl What text for the
preacherl Voiceless though be their
songs and dumb their sermons to mans
gross sense of hearing, yet they sing
and speak none the less sweetly and ell
oquently, "louder than words" to his
finer nature, his delicate artistic sensi-
bility. t
The soul of man is too often ike the
winter-embraced earth-cold, cherries,
comfortless. Any good, pure thought
warns it up, enlivens and beauties it,
even as a flower in winter fills a room
with the perfume and the heart with
the foretaste of spring. To such, in
their moments of gloom and despond,
ency,
| "When winter ravages the earth,
| And desolates the SOUL"
the flowers come as apostles and proph.
cts, preaching the gospel of green fields
and laughing waters, waving boughs,
shady hooks, glinting sunshine, and
soft airs from the sweet south Stealing
and giving odors"; and prophecying Of
the resurrection and revivifcation of the
now dead nature If they be apostles
and prophets now, how much greater
and wider the field of their ministration
and the theater OF their influence, when
the earth is their vast cathedral, in
which they swing as censers, scattering
incense, and gladdening the hearts Of
humanity with their voiceless psalms Oh
praise. Then the sunshine and the dew
and the bee and the humming-bird are
devoutest worshippers, while the wood
land choirs fill the air with hymns Of
thanksgiving from branch and bower
and towering hedge. Then the winter
prophecy of the flowers is fulfilled, and
every bud, spray, petaland leafexhales
the old Psalmists joyful chorus: ''The
time of the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in the
land"
Meath clustered bOughs each AOral bell that
| swingeth,
And tolls its perfume on the passing air,
Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever singath
| - call to prayer.
Your vOieeless lips, Flowers, are living preach
| Each cup pulpit. and each leaf book
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers
From lowliest nook!
Floral Apostles! that in dewy spIendor,
Weep without sin, and blush without crime;
o, may deeply learn, and ne'er surrender
Your love sublime!
In the eet-scented pictures, Heavenly Artist
With which thou paintsst Natures widespread
hall;
What delightful lesson thou impartest
| Of love to ALI
THE Sunday Globe of Louisville, ed
tied by Hon. M. w. LARUE, is a new
candidate for public favor, whose course
we have been watching with some de-
gree of interest, as it has struck out in
hitherto untrodden path In Louisville