The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1885-03-26
DEvEREUx, RoGERo & Sons
Morning from the Heights.


Had Dickens lived in Florida instead
of foggy England, his famous walks
would have been delayed till morning.
The genial Pickwick whose good humOr
was proof even against an unsuccessful
attempt at elopement on a rainy night,
would have drawn fresh well-springs of
Joy from the sweet airs, soft music and
glowing beauties which accompany sun
rise with us. The languid visitor who
spends his late evenings in dismal talk
over the prospect of a European war, and
then dawdles away the best part of the
day in drowsy expectation of breakfast
for which he has no appetite, should re-
tire earlier, and then throw off the blan-
kets to observe the glories with which
nature graces the birth of new day.
Let him rise at five, and if he takes our
prescription, he will become better and
wiser man. He will see the sturdy me-
chanic whistle as he seeks work healthy
as well as dignifed, and therefore far
| different from labor at tiresome desk and
in musty stores; let him notice the bright
/ eyes and tossing curls of children who
/ brush from fresh flowers the dew sent to
| solace their unnatural life in a dusty
/ town, let him watch pussy fresh from
her additions, but keenly observant of
! the coming milkman, then let him go
westward. The sand is deep, but the
road is enlivened by the twitter of
the waking sparrow, the sudden passage
of the pretty snake, the sly lizard and the
sharp chirp Of the field cricket as he
hides from the early bird.
From the crest of the Heights he sees
at his feet the still sleeping city, the
shining expanse of the river, and the
dim forms of cottage and grove and for
est in quiet perspective. Presently there
is a stir observable as the town rolls off
her blankets of mist, and as these ascend
to heaven in graceful folds, the river
breaks into ripping smiles Of welcome
and stirs as gleefully as childhood
awaking from pleasant dreams. Then a
faint light shoots up in the far east and
fades and glows by turns till its corea-
tions brighted into blushing beauty the
signing pines, tho soft green of the bud
ding foliage and the more vivid coloring
of the magnolia in the woodland; while
the vines catch life from the breeze and
bend themselves to receive the blessing
of a new day. Dazzling spears of light
now shine through the orange trees on
Harris Point, and even the birds are
hushed in solemn expectation. Sudden
ly the promises of his heralds are fulfill
ed, and the sun rises above the horizon
and disentangles himself from the cling
ing embraces of the forest. Then he
tears away the mists which have hid his
glories, and human eyes sink abashed
before the revelation of natures greatest
miracle, old as the world yet ever new
to feelings not overborne by the weary
work and daily war of modern civiliza.
ton.
1t is but fitting that our homeward
walk should be cheered by the music
sweetest to dame Natures ears, and by
the words of friend who tells US news
calling for congratulations which do nc
wrong to the scenes around US. For the
heart is ever the same, and the soul OF
the man is part of the grand cycle o:
wonders which widens ever till it breaks
} in love and reverence at the footstool OF
! natures God.