Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1877-09-12

fzbg days are of such i'll repute one is
Bill Inclined TO defend them out of sheer
brsity; but really, we are far from
Ae|H8 convinced of their total depravily.
o he sure, one can't deny that nature gets
salkt and sour under the influence of the
a6 star, and eternal vigilance is necessary
81 he part of the housekeeper throughout
sl| ne damp, mouldy, musty term; that
lis mornings are often foggy, the air
mu4gy, unelastic, and feverinducing is
bay0nd all question; that the glory of ear
III sammer, its verdure and freshness, is
dauarting, is past all doubt; but who shall
dire say there is no beauty in declining
summer, when the days grow shorter and
she evenings lengthen, and the nights are
R6lKing cooler and more restful? And
thongh the sun NAV arise on u sea of fog,
where villages stood, it is luminous sea,
81 ondrous and ever varying beauty, and
mav vanish, while you gaze, under the
persistent efforts of the morning sun. It's
wen worth climb to some hill, overlook
inQ fog -deluged valley, to watch the con
lest Between the genial sunshine and the
dense fog. The mist may flee to +
monntain-tops, but it is by no means CO..
auered. 1t may return with reinforce
ments, and you will be wise in preparing
for afainy day. But ten to one, the sun
will utterly vanquish the fog, and you will
have d most delectable day for perfecting
and ripening fruit; Natures forcing day,
whom miracles are wrought by mist, air,
and snnshne, on field, garden and vine
yard. The heat may be fevered at noon
aar. but even then there are cool, shad-
owy places, by running brooks, where one
may Ind the fullest sense of bliss(ul repoSe.
1lle diminished stream slips melodiousIy
over its pebbly bed, and around mossy
stones. Birdlings pipe and call from bush
and shrub the live-long day. Crows cav
lazily. Crickets, which chirp contentedly
IL your feet, are completely eclipsed by
the brill whirring grasshopper, whose
zeal 81 more apparent than his musical
ability. The mown hay-felds are green
with growing aftermath. The yellow
grain is yielding to the hand of the reaper,
N bBing taken to the barn on creaking
carts, by slow-moving, patient, we
might say patience trying,-oxen, leav-
ina the brown stubble fields to the CLEAN
ing of fowls. Millions of airy seeds float
away and away in the dreamy atmos-
pierre. There is prophecy of autumn in
ev8iy breeze that touches your cheek.
The Browning woods tell the same story,
and the golden-rods repeat it to every
passer-by, while scarlet branch on the
hiII side declares it near at hand
Now and then, after II storm, toward the
last 81 dog days, comes day, clear and
oud Ind bracing, and of matchless beauty;
Il Kind of subtle beauty, which manifests
Itself not to the vision only, but to every
fibre Of your being; when present exs-
tonoe is bliss, and the future fair and gold
eA s6 the young, as is the past to the old.
Could any season give us evenings more
,lfvinely fair than have been granted to us
ol lAte? The earth is flooded with moon
light and starlight Qor who can have
iAiIea to notice the uncommon brilliancy
0f Mars?) Shadows start up and shoot out
70 ~ amazing length when the moon first
apYears, but soon creep back and assume
more comeIy proportions. The shadows
0f lhinly clad trees are marvels of lace
work. Apples, in the orchard hard by,
drop with dull thud, and with frcquen-
81 Unknown to daylight. The hum OF
maltltudinous insects is continued far into
tlle light, and is quieting and tranquil
izing lullaby, hushing tired humanity to
delIeious sleep.
md so dog days have come, and-arc
gone; leaving a record of good as well rs
ePiIsof shine as well as shadow, and of
pleasure as well as pain.
Lou LAUREL.