Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-07-30
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FoREsr LODGE, July 90, 1881.
Dear Quiet Hour Part of summer, all
of an autumn, winter and spring gone to
the past, away, days since Iwrete you last,
but | have been a silent member OF the
Quiet Hour all of the time. Last winter,
when some one inquired for Sibyi, tried
TO respond, but my hands and brain found
so many things to do that must be accom-
plished that | could not crafty my wish.
When l learned of Amethyst's new Joy
and care / attempted charade In con-
graduation and honor, but it had to be an
unfinished one. It is not too late now to
say, MAY the little baby girl be blessed
with holiness, power and loneliness, and
become the perfection of grand and glorious
womanhood, blessing cur Amethysts life
all of its way" When the REsoRD- UNION
came containing the very nice "changed
heaiings" for Sibyl from Hattie Heath,
aud Amethyst's kind invitation to return,
I was SO busy and very anxious, for my
mother was then quite Ill, their remen-
brance fell like bright ray of sunlight on
my heart, and | thank them both. When
my mother grew better took real pleasure
in finding the answers to changed head
ings, though | could not send them IN
time. notice the Quiet Hour has been
growing in numbers and in interest, and
It's puzzles deeper in thought and in in
tricacy, untill I am ashamed to see my
simple tangles among them. l am IN
peace. enfolded Forest Lodge today,
even ii s'my bower" This bower of mine
and spruce, and is made of cedar
boughs entwined, SO that the sun
can only lock through in happy smiles. Here
| have my writing table, and books and
chair. 1t is far enough removed from the
mill below so that all the din and confu-
sion fall quietly on my ears, and | am just
conscious that | am not alone IL tbs world
Through the window ian opening in the
boughs) | look upon a world OF green and
glisten, and [ seem all the time to be
listening to grand concert-the wild
canaries, linnets, blue jays. hawks. quails,
squirrels, winds and trees are the perform
ers-and there is no diseord each voice
comes in in time and place. How we love
the world in her pleasant moods, and the
woods are always pleasant. Never were
they grander or dearer TO me than the
other day when the mad melancholy winds
shrieked and moaned, and the lightning
and the thunder zigzaged and rolled
through the sky, and the forest bowed and
waved but how had the lofty yellow
pine, the Monarch of the woods, offended
the storm king that the thunderbolt
should have been hurled at his majestic
form, and all the length of his mighty
hight was rent and riven and robbed of
the luxuriant branches that had gloried
it 1t was grand, sad sight. Then the
hail came hurryng ont of the sky. and
how dark and deep the clouds seemed !;
but they begin to part, the sun looms forth
gioriously and the armies of pItchy dark
ness grow lighter and fee adown
the horizon, and all the world we see Is
ablaze with the rarest Of jewels. The
flowers have blossomed brighter ever
since; the storm and the tempest are
needed Such a wealth of mountain
lilies as have perfnmed the air
this SUMMER We brought in one stalk
that measured twelve feet in hight, and it
wore a crown OF fifty lovely lily bells. Has
any member of the Quiet Hour attempted
to cultivate the mountain lily? L think
they defy cultivation but l viii rob orr
woods of three or four bulbs il any OF the
members Of the Qaiet Hour family would
like to experiment with them. SIBYL.
Yes, the Quiet Hour grew one to per-
lection, but accident destroyed it. Send
as bulb and we will publish the result Of
the second experiment for the benefit Of
doriculturists. We firmly believe the
plant VIII bear transplanting to the valley
under careful culture.