The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-25
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hand OF nature. Artists try TO represent
these things in oils, sometimes. have
seen Bierstadt's Rocky Mountains. / could
not help wishing that the admiring crowds
VINO gathered around that painting in the
New York academy, might see our old
ledge in the forest back of the hill lot.
These lodges were the grand chateaux.
the fortresses, the strongholds of my child
hood. Honey suckles grew upon them,
gray masses of curious structure, and
climbing vines. Here we lived during the
long summer days, we children, with our
dolls and cats, and dreamed of castled
spiendor and fancied ourselves the stately
ladies we had read about in picture books.
Sometimes we made grand exploring tours
INTO nelghboring countries, spent hours,
perhaps, tracing brook to its source-at-
tempting to do so of course, we never
reached the mysterious starting point, but
we learned good deal about our brook.
what marvellous human thing 1t seemed
oaDbiing and gossiping, and putting on airs
In the open country, where everybody
might be looking, but growing still and
reverent as it entered the solemn woods
ana as 1t grew deeper and quieter, soft
moses and twinkling violets and graceful
ferns gathered on its banks, and once when
1t seemed to have wholly forgotten itself,
the tree branches parted, and the blue sky
with golden star came down and rested
on its bosom. Not that we ever succumb
ed to the brook, marvellous and incompre-
hensible as it grew in ones eyes. We pro-
missed to discover its source at some future
time. For the present we waded into its
crystal depths and took possession of it
after the manner Of the old Spanish explor-
ers. We named all the waterfalls, and in
lets, and littlelbranches We put down our
discoveries in book made of folded fools.
cap, and thought it would be subject to us and
our heirs forever. Sometimes we took
lunch on these excursions had dinner
in style Calypso might have euvied We
carried home our baskets fuller than we
brought them away, of beautiful things
ferns, moses, curious stones, and bark and
pine cones, and acorn cups, and more
things than have time to mention. Our
sun bonnets and aprons were brought into
rcquisition, and at home we trimmed the
whole house and planted the garden, and
were sad, when. after all, SO many had to
be thrown away.
The profusion of Nature is astonishing
to our economical souls. Sometimes. how
ever, our views differ with regard to the
wisdom of all her expenditures. "Them
brakes ~ exclaimed an old farmer, leaning
over the pasture bars and gazing into our
Eden, ~ wonder what the good Lord
made EN- for
"Them brakes, indeed He meant our
beautiful ferns that grew so plentifully
we could spread our couches, our palace
floors, with fresh ones every morning We
had SO many uses for them. They were
beauty and a Joy to us forever. We know
that in creating them the good Lord had
made no mistake. Besides the variety of
every day, there was the variety which the
seasons brought us.
Before we had grown tired of summer,
the autumn was ushered IN with pomp
and glory that no other part of the world
can boast. The appletrees become favorite
places of resort now. We have favorite
seats among the boughs. we take our books
to them and feast the intellectual and ply
steal man at the same time.
Oh the delights of those harvest days
Nature wears her fnetivn rohns--the. air
grows L.eo;.s, tho corn Is gathered In slen-
der pyramids, and the yellow pumpkins lie
about the fields.
Do you know what glorious hiding places
there are among the corn stocksf The
memory of rollicking games of hide and
seek there makes croquet on the lawn seem
tame and spiritess. The charm is not lost
when the we'll filled stocks are piled away
in the farm.
Can speak of the poetry of farm life
and forget to mention the farm? The great
roomy castle filed, even in autumn, with
the perfume of new mown hay-the verita-
BILE article for the fragrant piles are in sight.
The yellow straw peeps through the cracks
of the high loft overhead. Yonder is the
tall, straight ladder which leads up to it, and
to the nice jumping places as well, and the
new hens nests. 1t shakes a little when
you take hold of it, and your head swims
and your heart beats, although you know
it is fastened securely, every time you try
to mountit But you do mount it never
less, looking straight up and praying for
courage. 1t is just so trying to take steps
stands firm enough The places beckon,
if you forget to look up you fall.
There are many apt lessons, and para
bles, and allegories. hid away in this grand
storehouse. To him who listens they are
revealed. wonder that the man who spends
much time here is ever at loss for a help
full hint for the prayer-meeting Do we
forget to consider the lilies, or the grass of
the field which our heavenly Father has
clothed with so much thought?
This barn has moods and lenses. You
should come to it early in the summer when
the echoes haunt it, or later when the cat
tie will be at home here; cows with their
meek faces and solemn eyes looking up from
their low stalls horses neighing impatiently
for attention colts, calves, geese, turkeys,
ducks and hens, a motley crew, noisy and
lively in the great sheltered yard, world
by itself where each one lives his own sep
arate animal life, with his own ends in view,
as unmindful OF us, our favors and our die
tation as we perhaps of our ministering
guiding spirits in the world above.
Dairymen's associations have meetings
where money and time and wisdom are free
ly spent to find out what is best for these
unthnking herds.
Do you suppose they ever have meetings
in Heaven to devise best means for our
good2 l have read that there was JOY up
there over one sinner that repenteth.
But linger. / remember that farm life
is not all play, one grand festive time out
of doors, and that there is another expert
ence than that of childhood in our lives.
Because II is so, because childhood and play
time are so soon passed, we ought to try to
make the most of them, and because these
early memories stay with us always think
are.
My friends, it is good thing to talk about
our cattle, the best methods of producing
perfect article of butter, and that, If we
keep the ultimate end, the well-being of the
family always in view. There is demand
for best things in any market. One who
can produce perfect article that the world
stands in need of is rich in the good things
| of this life. The one who can furnish a
man or women, of which the world stands
| in sore need always, is richer still, for he
will receive wages from Garth and heaven.
| We love our children. We would add to
| their lives beside the one thing needful, all
the pleasant things this world affords. But
| if we are not able to procure for them the
golden key which unlocks the worlds ia
| vors, if we cannot secure for them the
training of the schools, which seems SO de-
sirable, there are better things yet that We
can do for them, We can furnish them
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