The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1876-07-29
Fnrkingtatn's Sarrrats.
CHICAGO. DETROIT AND CINCINNATI
SATURDAY, JULY %, 1876
Ashes from the Pipe Of an Old Smoker.

For one to have nothing to write about
III these eVentful days when years of
thought and action are crowded into every
twenty -four hours, 1t is simply impossible.
The trouble Is, not that there are no avail
able subjects to employ the pen OF the
thinker, but there are too many OF pre-
eminent Importance, which 50 hill the mind
and confuse the BRAIN that they render one
unequal to the task Of analysing and dis
cussIng them thoughtfully and etfectually.
Besides, people want, occasionally, some
relaxation IN their reading the mind can
not be kept always on the stretch-lt must
have ITS play and relief What, then, can
an old smoker say 10 those good friends
who clasp hands with him through the
medium Of the press to assist them IN
finding the mental relaxation which they
seek Surely there are subjects or OBJ
Jects enudgh for pleasant contemplation.
II, for instance there sat opposite me, n
that little old-tashloned armchair, glorl-
Ously beautiful woman, with a form the
perfect embodiment of voluptuous grace
and beauty, with a wealth OF yellow hair,
ripping back from faultless tace, in silk
en- waves, and encirclIng the head like a
coronet Of dazzling gold with dreamy
eyes, passionate Y, tempungly, wonderfully
blue; with r0uLd cheeks flushed with
crimson aru Tuned golden, with the
shadows II ti,e sunny hair with tull
poutlng, vermelIon bps, wreathed with tbs
rarest smiles, gnstened with dewy sweets,
and langulshlngy curved as II inviting
emorous kisses, and with white, warm,
dmpled hands, cleaning carelessly III
heaped-up aptull Of gorgeous flowers
ahauld say To. here is Summer-let me
talk with her The chair Is empty-but
summer Is here. She fills my little library
brImfull with her golden glory, stealing
softly through tho vide open window,
while | look out and note how she has en-
veloped the distant hills with a blue
dreamy haze how al the air is radiant
with the sunshine Of her enchanting smile,
and laden with the Intoxicating fragrance
OF her spicy breath, aud how she had
touched ever thing with that understandable
perfection Of race and loneliness which
clmgs 70, and floats about her continually.
There IS another name for Summer it is
Love. Il Is very hot to-day-the sun is
burning ard ! enjoy 1t. We are hot
persplration comes and We are cool then
we ENJOY the sunshine fully We breath It,
We drink n, We float III 1t, We look at the
world through II, and We are dumb with
amazement, all things art So lovely. 50
love burns until we are flushed, heated
and restless but It has ITS persplration,
too, and then We open vide our hearts,
and let the grand Hoods sweep III, until We
are submerged IN a sea Of meXphcAble
happiness summer makes all things
brlght-so does Love. summer makes the
world a fairy land So does Love. sum
mer transforms nature Love transforms
men. Both are mysteries both are mir
acles Both are understood only by the
heart to which they appeal. Love and
Summer worus are synonymous.
Blessed Is that man whose heart Is IN the
keeping of woman, Who is the embodI-
meut 81 the graces, and beauties, and in
tiuyuces 81 summer.