The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1876-03-08
deferred Communications.
UNwRTTTEN MUSIC.
BY ELSIE.

hills and plains the the mysteries Of
truth divine? Is it an imitation from
the mind of God, by the sweet melody
of which he would draw all things to
HIMSELF Where shall we find it?
We have the magic symphonies Of I'm
written Music reverberating through
the trees, swaying their branches by
its talismatic power, while it kisses the
sparkling DEVELOPS from the leaves;
unfolds the delicate petals of the rose,
the gem of Queen Flora's crown. The
music of her song calls forth the gay
flowers, the violets, the primrose, and
the shadowy grass by thousands burst
forth from their forest bowers, while
the ancient graves and fallen fanes are
yelled with wreathes of Druidical ivy
and graceful vines. BY the same sor-
ceress, Unwritten Music, the virgin lily
steps forth in all her regal beauty, the
emblem of Purity and type of all that
is lovely beneath the throne Of God.
Natures bosom is full of Uuwritten
Music. 1t is heard in the solitary by
paths Of the woods, it is echoed by
the deep blue sea-the swa ms wild
note proclaims it, as well as the
dark Fir branch when it clothes itself
in softer green. The same musical
melody is heard when the crystal chains
that had so long bound the streams, and
fountains are rent in twain and the
flashing waters are dashing down from
the mountain brow ainging their spray
over hill and dale. rushing along to the
silver main, making such Unwritten
Music that we feel ourselves as it were
upon the ebbing and flowing sea Of
melody.
As spring settles down on the lap of
summer, the music of Nature changes its
key. The Unwritten Music of sum-
mer breaks into bud and blossom at
every turn. Now we hear the music
of gigantic trees towering alOft inter-
laced with creeping vines; strong shrubs
of fanciful forms and huge dimensions,
while at their feet glitter thousands of
splendid flowers wherever fall the
gorgeous sunbeams. There stretches
the blue canopy of heaven as dream
like spectacle, unrelieved by q cloud,
save perchance white downy mass Of
vapor seems to sleep in semblance Of
huge celestial temples of whites It's
now, too, we catch the matin hymn of
countless songsters, or the hoarse cry
of savage beasts coming from wilder
ness of aromatic shrubs and gently
fluttering palm branches moved by the
winds of summer. The wind is q fit
full musician. You may go forth when
the tempest is up, and hear the strong
trees moaning as they lean before it,
and the long grass kissing as it sweeps
along with its magnetic power. But
the tornado bursts with appalling fury;
the rain pouring down m torrents;
masses of shrubbery swaying back and
forth in the light of fallen bolts; peal
on peal rebounding rend the poles, and
playing upon the trunks oftrees, which
it uproots in its mighty course, as up
on the strings of q Mammoth Tyre.
Tho .AAd in thA-aiA-na map hand and
culver, then rise again, but the oak
must shiverl The storm king departs
and the Unwritten Music is like to the
muffied tread of the bier, and only the
drippings of the water which linger on
the leaves are heard in the awful still
ness that succeeds the storm, the sun
breaks through the clouds, filling the
forest aisles with light; myriad jewels
glitter on every side, the little choris'
tiers sing their vssper hymn; the sun is
get, the summer day is closed! The
deep hush of Nature is go solemn that
we feel like laying finger upon the
lips of Creation to prevent distur>
bance There is a melancholy music
in autumn! The leaves float sadly
about with look of peculiar desola-
ton, moaning capriciOusly in the wind
falling with just an audible sound that
is very sigh for its sadness. There
is no sound of simple Nature that's not
music. 1t is all Gods work The
thin Heecy clouds have a melody all
their own, and they float on the light
winds wings, now resting an instant,
then glancing by in their tickle wan
derings, at times assuming fantastic
shapes of ruined castles or time-worn
towers, they gather in beautiful and
glorious forms around the path of the
descending sun, now hide the deep blue
T armament or show silver rim be
tween their folds, like q jeweled coro'