The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-06-12
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same old fashion; to paint the violets
and the anemones in the same hues and
hang the catkins and the flower bells
in The same old way. The fashions Of
the world may change with every
Moon, but the patterns that Nature
weaves. never And there is no need
of change. If the fash 'ons are old the
work itself is ever new aud beautiful.
We welcome the rose no less gladly be-
cause its petals are cut in the same
style as in every year rs long rs we
can remember, and we should never
think of complaining because the cups
of the lilies are of the very same shape
that they were in the days when we
were Young. think. no one ever feels
put out because the lady-slippers are
exactly like those we used to see years
ago. We are sure, even without count
ing, that the Oak-leaf has the same
number of notches in its border that
it had when one of them trembled above
tho head of the patriarch Jacob when
he was under the oaks by Shechem. and
the daisy has the same number Of petals,
neither more nor less, that it had when
Wordsworth plucked one from an
English meadow years ago, and called
it then ''the poets darling" Nature
has a secret here that she never yet has
yielded up: the colors and forms which
she uses never grow old-fashioned nor
lose their power to charm.
When you visit q picture-gallery or %
museum of art you see rows of paint
ings on all manner of subjects, some Of
them woodland scenes, and landscapes
with fields and gardens in view, many
of them very beautiful, considered as
the work of human hands. Many OF
the very finest artists or picture-makers
lived years and years ago, and none
since have been able to excel them.
They are called the Old Masters, and
painters in our day study their works
and often copy them.
But in Natures picture gallery every
work is a masterpieces. Every rose,
every bunch of mignonette, every APP
ple-blossom is perfect after its kind.
and beyond all possibility OF exact imi-
tation. The tiniest little flower that
hides in the grass or in the lonely forest
glade, the humblest little picture in the
gallery, has waNen whiteness and n
delicate flush upon its petals that would
battle the skill of the greatest human
artist that ever lived.
There is another quality of the great
Creators flower pictures that makes
them vastly superior to anything We
find in the handiwork of man. They
are not only more beautiful to the eye,
but they have one charm that our art
lists never attempt to add to their work.
and that is an exquisite perfume. Arti-
fetal flowers, such as ladies wear, are
often very pretty, but the finest and
costliest of them are greatly inferior 10
real flowers, though of the commonest
kind, because the former have not the
truest deepest beauty nor the delightful
fragrance. Who would think of giving
artificial flowers to the poor sick child In
that bare. cherries room within the dry,.
hot walls of its city homeP / am sure
one real rosebud or a handful of dsi-
sizes from a country roadside, would be-
far more welcome to the longing eyes
than all the flowers of wax and wire that
were ever made. There is no simple
gift more pleasing to those who are shut
out from communion with Nature own
self than a bunch of real flowers. They
seem to have a voice of love and sym
pathy for poor, lonely hearts, and they
tell in their own way of the wisdom and
goodness of God who watches over and
cares for everything.
The hand that clothes the trees, and
paints the flowers, and does all things
that are done in the world of Nature, is
the hand of our Heavenly Father. lie
made the little things of earth as well
as the great things; the tiny flowers ~
well as the mighty mountains. What
lessons of love and humility do these
works of Nature teach us when we study
them in spirit of reverent recognition
of the mighty power of GOdi-M Y. OBJ
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