The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1880-11-13

but Susan proposes TO awaken her
sisterE 10 deeper sense OF their op
portunities and responsibilities even
if she has to spend fifty years more
in the arena. And she wont marry
until woman suffrage ia Nsnd
pslpable fact. Alas avs Null
OF sweet days and roses! Z to
see this noble and most versign
dsmsel 80 long like sweet bells
tangled, and out of tune" May she
soon be able to choose both proper
mate and q propitious time to we'd
And why should she not? ''Is not
old wine Wholesomest? Are not old
pippins toothsomesl7 Old wood burns
brightest, old linen washes Whitest
Old soldiers sHeethearts, are surest.
and old lovers soundest. OF course
Susan has had young lovers. for she
WAS once young; and though she
would not then marry che may do
differently forty years hence. For
she is too good to diel / Jaw her in
Chicsso last spring st the womAn's
convention, and she at once recalled
the lines OF Apuleius. that greatest sfI
the Roman PlAlonists, which express
the situation by pharaphrase, thus:
Young Susan still more besuteous grows,
She seems unconscious Of her charms;
Yet no one plucks this opening rose,
She takes ne EuitOr to her arms.
Well, autumn lie with US; aud the
hillSides have for weeks been gorgeous
with the orange and ruby and purple
OF the trost-kissed foliags blushing in
the sunlight with colors az beautiful as
the dAmask cheeks of a maiden OF
sweet sixteen. The wild grapes hang
in luscious clusters. The hickory
nuts rattle from their shucks at the |
whistle of the west wind. The red |
sumAch crowns the hill tops. and the |
wood bine and the bitter-swset vie |
WITH each other in making the last
hours OF October the most enchanting
Indian summer. Would | conld |
deck and dress the hills about your
city for one short week with |
the beauty and color OF a
New England autumn. Your
young men and maidens would
grow rspturous with delight and the
painted leaves would rustic about
their homes the whole winter
through. Coming up the Hudson
river by day boat two weeks ago. the
splendid panorama was ike dream
Of Shelley or of Keats "a thing Of
beauty and ajoy forever" "The ash
trees grow crimson 10 color and lose
their summer life in great gouts OF
blood. The blrches touch their frsil
'pray with yellow; the chestnuts drop
Town their leaves in brown tWirlIng
showers; the bseches orimped with
The lrOIt, guard their foliage, until
zach leaf Whistles Whits in the No
7ember gales. The sturdy oaks, un-
yielding ioTthe winds, and to the
irosts. struggle long against the sp.
Droaohes OF the winter; and in their
IirugRlea, wear faces OF lemon, of
Icsrlet, of crimson. and OF brown;
and finally, yielding to swift windE-
Is youths PRIDE yields to manly duty :
-streH the ground with the scattered
slories OF their summer strength.
And as the sun sinks. doubling bis Z
lisc il the October haze, the low |
outh wind creeps over the withered
and drips the leaves upon :
he land" This q picture by TX
Marvel, that writer OF sad and tender ,
omAnce so we'll known to readers ]
core OF years ago; but whose pen has :
ong rested in retirement. And how !
rue to lite lie pictures the Landscape
# fall and the approach of the sea- {
on Of snow and ice. look from my
window and upon every hillside and ,
n very valley the landscape is spead 3
,efore. wolfe memory contrasts this
scene with the sage brush :
md rocky cliffs that grit Salt Lake :
)ity in. I
"And as the sunsets glory dies I
Above yon village spire sglow {
seem to hear with downcast eyes,
A strain of music from the skies
And voices OF the long ago."
o. P. O. .