Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1879-10-22
Natures Fair.

The season of the fairs is now we'll over,
and we have reported pretty faithfully and
pretty fully of them; but of one, the
grandest in character and extent, the rich
est in its exhibits, the most generous in its
management, we have made no note OF
mention till now-Nature's Fair.
The preparations for this display began
early in the year. In April the dull
brown of the woods took on brighter
hue, and the swelling buds showed the
faintest possible tinge of green. Through
May and June, with richer bloom and
deeper green, we have watched the season
develop with interest, till il stood in the
full perfection of midsummer splendor
The ruStllng fields OF golden wheat rolling
in biIlowy brightness, with tasseling corn
and plume-hke oats ushered in the harvest
time, and brought nearer, in the richness
of fruitage and harvest, the brilliant dis
play which the close of September saw
Where the rudy and russell apples bent
the boughs, and the corn stood in tent like
rows in the peaceful field, the whole land
scape has changed, as if by some en-
chanter's wand, and where before were
only masses of bright or sombre green,
now appears n picture of surprising beau
ty
The hillside glows in colors no artist
can initiate. Such prodigality of richness
such unlimited breadth, such endless vari
e,y Of lint, all, each. place the display be
yond the possibility of a satisfactory imita-
ton.
To ALTO the rich who can visit the art
galleries of Europe to see what cannot III
all compare with this, to the poor, whose
almost only pictures are those nature
paints, this matchless sight is open free
As we were riding along where one view
of this endless panorama was had, one
riding behind, pointing to beautiful
wooded hill, said: See that chrome. s"
Chrome (color) it surely was. The fam
ing crimson of the naples, the birches
with branches like waves of yellow light
with here the rich dark purple of the ash i,
and there the heavy green of the hemlock,
made view of surprising loveliness. and
when the light breeze waved the myriad
branches in the sunshine, its wondrous
scintillating beauty was past speech, and
one could only admire in silence and with
bated breath.
Now on hill and in valley the colors have
faded. The leafy canvas on which the
colors were so cunningly laid is dropping
away, and only the remnant and the mem
DRY of the enchanting picture remains.
But nature, to show her richness and fer
tility of resource, has given us in these
mid-October days such lovely weather.
the very perfection of autumn days, when
the very air seems soaked and heavy with
sunshine, kind of liquid amber, in which
we live. The purplish golden haze battles
the whole landscape, here sofening an
ontlne, there tinting to softer loneliness
still lovely tree.
On such days life, simply, seems bless
ing,-such beauty, such softness and when
on Sabbath afternoon, made doubly
Sabbath of the soul " by such season,
one lives in the sunshine under the shelter
of the hill forests, and gazes out over the
varied landscape all balhed in golden
glory, there must come with other grand
and sweetly solemn thoughts feeling as
of the near presence of Him who giveth
and loveth all.