The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-10-09
Tie First FIr,

Nobodye feels that ss,,n;,,s,
long enough, that it's ou;ia aes ky
when the early dark draws so. ss Nj
cuts short the once long dav. s WI VI
the cool autumn dusk ann, ana Wa
us sympathize with those MN, !. neg
heaven under no other mama !, spss
OF the Summer Land. For ' - u
pleasures of its own there NAV h y
coming imprisonment Of w.. y ~
are still, in strong measure sh y
ures of Imprisonment, while Any ..e pak
the other hand, is one lopc ~ III
One hardly tires of the larcs ase'ta
life in its infinite variety. ths = ,s y0s-dts
coming at will, the liberty a s VI
the Astounding verdure and H.
unrestricted enjoyment Of h,ssn y
bird and stars. Of the warn ~ Y
and friendliness Of the NOM i
ton to its wintly cold rem N, \ vples
the water life in skiffs and yachts !. /
surf and on lily ponds-of an ~ na
gality of air and sunshine. Ana .e
all the nayriads of human han. !
ever pictured heaven as aav IA: =
rugs and lamps and fires, or 4 4 Y, 49,. Z,
but a land of everlasting sumner,
We make the most Of winter.
happy in it; we see an imm., ~sa
beauty in its vivid contrasts a sss'st
snow and azure, its web-like t1s.
bare boughs and purple SPRAYS ilss1 ]
ferns ON the frozen pane, its H. III
riven by restless tides, its white vs;s 81 J
storms, and we think OF the rmnd ~
then as a winged dazzle among IL IL 10y ss,s
But when we have admired an -.
we can never make any idealutm !.
it into II heavenly state, but the ~, '
Of us, on the contrary, ARR III
Dante's ideas in making Ice ! ma IS
and freezing blasts the inner e;nls \,
pivotal point Of the last place Il pu,sI
ment.
Yet, for all that, what a Sn,,l.
charm there, is about the first e. Il
wood laid on the hearth, herald 4 j 7
of the cold imprisonment, laid tbsr !. !
any more for its heat than for n n,r'
mantle power Of dispelIing gloon a.
the weather begins to shiver, and ia5s
preston begins to overcome ourhs
How we welcome it, as if it were 4 8
friend long gone and Just rebuni'
How we gather about it, and reds /
it! How late we linger about il, kMs
open our hearts over it, as Il thousib
and feelings were thawed out " 4
genial spell! and how heedlessly n !
sist, as its sacrificial flames waIlox h
the chimney, at the funeral rites IL sn
mer!
Still, after all, that first fire, tunbGr
wave over wave up and out into tie q
per darkness, is the concentrated esse
of the spice and sweetness ofwhatuut|
less summers! What years Of sunskiix
and dew have gone to the growth dA
wood whose embers crumble f0n D.
andirons as we bend over them! M
spirit and being of how many mouhn|
of brightness are condensed thm Il
stem and branch! of what moon-li<iki)
evenings! What red sunrises hsvsf|k
tened in the dark dew that fed ii! NTH
bird-song has measured the rhythm q
its increase! what gentle evening uiit|
have swayed it! what lovers have ls1aa|
AGAINST it, what storms have bowed NJ
bent it! And as it burns before Us, ~
drops away into white ashes, whatne|
prehension and memory Of ~ "
sparkle in every fresh burst Of The f,p1|
in every dying coal, and diiInse iln|
selves about us, and make that fit
tie autumn fire to us the expressions
ideal embodiment Of perpetual SUNNI
-Ha7per's Bazdr.