The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1884-06-18

Che world may change with every
moon but che patterns chat Nature
weaves, never. And there is no need
of change. Tfthe fashions are old the
work itself is ever new and beautHuL
We welcome the rose noless gladly be-
cause its petals are cut in the same
style as in every year rs long as we
can remember, and we should never
think of complaining because the cups
of the lilies arc of the very same shape
that they were in the days when we
were young. y think no one ever feels
put out because the lady-slipper5 are
exactly like those we used to see years
ago. We are sure, even without count
ing, that the oak-leaf has the came
number of nOtches in its border that
it had when one of them trembled above
the head of the patriarch Jacob when
he was under the oaks bv 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 mp the Colors and forms which
she uses never grow OldtashiOned nor
lose their power to charm.
When you visit picture-gallery or a
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 q masterpieces. Every rose,
every bunch of mignOnette, every ap-
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 a waNen whiteness and
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 to
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, cheerless room within the dry,
hot walls of its city home? am sure
one real rosebud, or a handful of dai-
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, andi
paints the flowers, and does all things
that are done in the world of Nature, isl
the hand Of our Heavenly Father. Hel
made the little things of earth as WE'LL
as the great things; the tiny flowers as
well as the mighty mountains. What
lessons of love and humility do these
works of Nature teach US when we study
them in a spirit of reYerent recognition
of the mighty power Of GOd!-M T. O6-'
serUeT.