Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1884-06-21

The country is the place to study
nature. There with nothing but
the cool atmosphere bathing the
parched brow. and sweet content
ment every where, may we learn liv-
ing lessons Of our great Fathers won
derfuI creation; the completeness
and perfection Of many things, and
the beauty Of inanimate objects.
Man Is apt to be puzzled with the
many features and evolutions In ma
ture, and like the learned Darwin,
assert that she is her own creator !;
but when he sees her wonderful at
filiati0ns to some infinite being the
production Of her most beautiful
parts and their separate and distinct
dependence upon something not in
volved in themselves, he is struck by
the Inconsistency Of such theorism,
and must admit that God created
and regulates nature.
"in what rich harmony, what polished
lays,
should man address Thy throne,
When Nature pays her wild, her tune
full tribute
To the evening skies.''
Seated on a slightly projecting hill
top, with the country spreading it.
self around me in a rich panorama
of beauty, and the woods to
the right in a juxta-position, begin
to view with admiration. nature in
the country. The sun is just step.
ping from his last visible step 1.-THE
mountain) in the west, ready to de-
part, as it were, ad libitum; with his
large round face smiling upon all OBJ
jects Ger which fall his fading rays
only missing the low-meadow land
where all day long he had loitered
with the butterfly and the lark. The
little honey bees, with their almost
imperceptible fitting to and fro,
hurry hiveward. abandoning the
lovely flowers from which they have
all day been gathering the honey
pollen. The sun sinks behind the
mountain top, and only the colored
clouds that drift In the ETHEREAL blue
above, kissed by his soft rays, reflect
his voyage to another continent.
Then as though the subjects of some
mighty king were rehearsing to en-
ter his august presence, breaks upon
the balmy air the low, dull and de-
pressing notes Of the frog, becoming
clearer and clearer as Sol disappear
ed, and at last, joined by a full
chorus of family voices, awaken the
land with their musical propensities.
The hum Of innumerable insects ali
the air as they drift pass, borne on the
wings OF night,to fnd Judgement on
the dewy leaves, there to await the
ushering in Of the golden morning.
Far on every side waves q vast sea
Of wheat, its bearded heads tossing
toward each other, as though paying
tribute to nature before the milky,
shining stars sing them to peace
full sleep. Away down at the foot
Of the eminence, rolls the clear wat
ers of a swift little brook, whose
sweet ripples ring merrily in the ears
OF the pensive admirer, whose atten-
ton becomes riveted upon the woods,
the trees Of which, like mighty Titans
arrayei In battle garments. await
only the beautiful GODDESS OF Night
to marshal them In her defence
tossing their long, graceful arms in
defiance to the wind whose anger had
often laid low some Of their most
stalwart brothers.
The clouds have undergone q
change, and appear awesome and
ominous-with q light fringe of tint
ed child-clouds without, and within
one large, dark mass Of almost i'm
penetrable blackness. What q grand
sight as advancing, they separate,
and 10, through an opening peeps
queen Venus. basking in all
her namesake's reputed splendor,
though instead of rising from the
water she swims upon the bosom OF
an artificial sky, deepening from a
soft and mellow gold to a silken red.
While crickets, frogs and other
night choristers are attuning their
piercing notes, drifting along on the
partly distinct heavens, sails the
"whip-poor-will," making the air
resonant with his soft and oft-repeat-
ed ssquee-wick, quee-wick-boo,"
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