Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1882-12-21
NJ cditAliOns by my Window.
By "RECLuSE.'

Hark the clock ia Ginning. 1t
strikes twelve and rousts me from a
dreamy reverie. lis midnight's s holy
hour and nature courts repose. Two
hours have passed since came to my
room wearled and exhausted with the
duties Of the day when an unusually
refreshing October breeze TEN pted me
to abandon my favorlte habit OF study.
ing or Iea,ling awhile before retiring
Consequently extingnisLea my faith
iuI lamp an taking low chair by
my window began to think.
1t is a beautiful calm moonlight
night, one calculated to raise the
thoughts OF mortAIs above and bevoEd
the petty trials and vexatons Of ordi-
nary life. As looked upon the speD-
did orb OF night, so calmly but suraly
fulfilling The mandate of its Creator;
to pass though space with n certain
{ velocity and in "A fixed pathway round
the earth | wondered if we would not
be far happier if We tried to do the
! sill of our Creator more implicit Y
Perhaps We could make others happi
er hy SO doing for the moon as it lights
our dark earth at stated intervals
gives pleasure to Az.
Tonight owing to the resplendenr
RAYS OF Luna the stars seem dim They
do not twinkle with the same hrlIlan.
nstre and seem 10 be paying homage
to their superior. This reminds me o!
a scene have often witnessed in 50.
cietv. The bale of the evening TAX
ing the place Of the moon, ecIipsing in
h-r briiIiance all other ladi ies present
and they seemed as the stars, bright
AID b autlful, but rather insignificant
il the circl"t of glory that surrounded
their SUPERIOR. Just now see little
star almost ready TO disappear. 1t
shed. It's light more fully than any of
the re-t and will surely never be miss
el. TO me it seems to prophesv that
| could pass from among society 8 vo
,,k. p,,t | E,1
fill the design Of my being as fully As
. the little slarI will not have lived in
. VAN.
NV ewes now rove over the land
scape. The emi-dArkness casts halo
of sublued beauty over every object
in nature aud the hash Of might aoftens
every -onnd, Objects are familiar to
me for this is my native village.
Ionder IS knarled OAK where | play
ed when child. Many pleasing mem
ories cluster around it, A littl4 far
ther on is clumn Of trees crownlug a
slight eminence. They cast frowning
somber shadow. Look 70 the west
r Chimney Rock presents itself to my
vision. 1t IS i spot OF interest and
many, very many have memories of
happy hours spent there On either
side Of this prominence others extend
) 70 my mind this noble mountain range
assumes a protecting aspect and pro.
duces feeling Of security. And the
mellow rays Of the Goddess of Night,
rendering less apparent the many
ruins time has wrought III this 9 or
ious landscape, suggests tLat we throw
the kindly rays Of Christian Love over
the faults Of our fellow beings.
AS the waters If Hunting Greek
chatter over lts stones aud pobbles the
sound is waited to me hy the gentle
wings OF nlghtIihe some sweet ETHEREAL
music. lulI.ug to sleep my wandering
fancy, causing me to forget time and
place in a delicious dreamy reverie SO
| will bid adleu to thoughts and moon
light suggestions for tonight.
feminine EaHcics.