Weekly graphic. [volume] (Kirksville, Adair Co., Missouri) 1880-1949, 1883-08-10
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II LongnGA' Magnsire IS charm
ingpaper entitled. The Pageant Of Sum.
laer, BIZ Richard lotteries, the author
Ok the pleasant work. The Ganiekeep-
erat Home. in which ocenrs this de-
seription OF the sound of Summer:
Beside the singing aad calling there
Is 3 peculiar sound which is oBly heard
IN Summer. Waiting quietly 70 discover
what birds are about become aware of
sound in the very air. It is not the
AIidsumme- hum which will soon be
heard over tie heated day in the valley
and over the cooler hills alike. 1t Is
not enough 20 be called,a hum. and does
but just trenbie ct the extreme edge OF
hearing. Il the branches wave and
rustic they oyerbear it: the buzz of a
passing bee is so much louder it over
comes all of il that Is il. the whole field
| cannot define It, except by calling the
hours of Winter to mind they arr
silent; you hear branch
cEacK AND CRACK
as it ruhs anotherin the wood, you heal
the boar frost crunch on the grass be-
meath your feet, but the air is without
sound in itself. The sound OF Summer
IS everyw herein the passing breeze, in
the hedge, IN the broad branching trees.
in the grass IS il swings; all the myriad
particles that together make the Sum
mer varied are in motion. The SAP
moves in the trees. the pollen is pushed
out from grass and flower. and yet
again these acres and acres of leaves
and square miles of grass blades-for
they would cover acres and square miles
if reckoned edge to edgc-and drawing
their strength from the atmosphere.
Exceedingly minute as these vibrations
must be. their numbers perhaps may
give them volume almost reaching in
the aggregate to the power OF the ear
Beside the quiyeriug leaf. the swinging
grass, the futtering birds wing and the
thousand oval membranes which innum-
cradle insects whirl about. faint reson
ance seems to come from the very earth
itself The fervor of the sTInbeams de.
scending in = tidal flood rings on the
strung harp of earth. It is this exquis-
tie undertone. heard and vet unheard,
which brings the mind into sweet &C.
cordance with the wonderful instrument
OF nature.
And here is picture of the earth as
it appears.
l seem as if I could feel al the glow
ing life and sunshine gives and the
south wind calls to being. The endless
grass, the endless leaves, the immense
strength of the oak expanding, and IN
ailoyed joy Of finch and blackbird-
from ali of them l receive q little. Each
gives me somethineo OF the pure joy they
gather for themselves. In the black
birds melody one note IS mine; in the
dance OF the leaf shadows the formed
maze IS for me, though the motion Is
theirs; the flowers with I thousand faces
have
COLLECTED TIE KISSES
Of the morning. Feeling with them, /
receive some, At least. Of their fullness /
Of life. Never could l have enough: !
never stay long enough, W ether here
OF whether lying on the shorter sward
under the sweeping and graceful birches, 1
o. on the thyme scented hills. Hour I
after hour, and still not enough. Or walk
ing the footpath was never long enough, |
or my strength sufficient to endure
til the micd was weary. The exceed
ing beauty Of the earth, in her splendor |
Of life, yields new thought with every /
petal. The hours when the mind is
absorbed By beauty are the only hours
when we really live, so that the longer
re can stay amorgthese thiCgs so much |
he more IS snatched from inevitable
lime. Let the shadow advance upon
he dial: eau watch it with equanimity
While it is there to be watched. 1t is
only when the shadow is not there.
when the clouds of Winter cover it, that
ne dial IS terrible. The invisible shadow
goes on and steals from U.s. But now,
While can see the shadow OF the tree
md watch ii slowly gliding along the
surface of the grass. it is mine These
IRE the only hours that are not wasted.
hese hours that absorb the soul and
i'll 1t with beauty. This isreal life, and
IL else Is Illusion, or mere endurance.