Morning journal and courier., 1885-10-07
From ssThe PiIles.ss

calls back to busy marts and haunts of men ] just as the autumn carnival begins!
 What if week ago north winds blew and ! snow gathered on rocky lodges; the wise veyed the trunks of departing summer visi- l tors with knowing smile, cuddled by cheery l firesides with friendly chat by day and games l and music by night and now behold their reward!
 Alas! one pauses here and thinks how hopeless is the effort to describe what lies before, below, above, around.
 Above; this lazily swinging hammock, pluming tufts of pine where goldfnch and pewee are 1unching and swinging low; be- yond, the sky in it's October azure gazing down at it's rivals, blue,~ blue Squam and Loon lakes. Far away eastward the waters ripple to the foot of gay hills; beyond the hills, dark and silent, tower the uneven peaks of Chocoena, Pangus, Wonalancet, as they have lowered since the primal waters ebbed, leaving them white and treeless. With be- coming modesty and soft approach, their gentle slopes yelled in mists, Red Hill and Ossipee near these monarchs from the south. For what is youth of few thousand years to the illimitable age of Chocoena, the oldest peak in this old region?
 All of yesterday the crows held clamor- ous meeting and the woods echoed with harsh cacophony; to-day the wide, peaceful still ness is broken only by the looms sweet laugh in the lonely and lovely inlets, or the gentle call of landpipers they fit along the white shore of the islands. The faintest sounds impress you with their importance here. For from this noble pine the eye sweeps from 'Israel" past Ossipee to s'the Belknaps," range of lake, hill and valley covering one hundred miles, yet from the wide space no sounds arise but the notes of birds and cattle-bells on hillside pastures. One who is acquainted with the mountains east of the Alleghanies may be pardoned for
 saying that this is the loveliest view yet met
 with, and it is no wonder that for sixteen
 years the pioneer professor of the Sheffield
 Scientific school made this the summer home
 for his nature-loving heart until he passed
 on to the eternal summer
 Day by day the drives over the hills grow
 more charming. Why did people go homes
 It is like leaving Thomas concert in the middle of symphony! This is the climax of the year; after this "Faeilis descensus hiems!"
 Everywhere are signs of harvesting. The pumpkins scattered balls of gold are heaped in corners of the fields; thu bean-vines are transformed into headless one-legged dal- cers, the corn stalks into Indian wigwams They measure applesauce by the yard up here and nail it on sides of the houses to dry. Ninety ysrds of strung dried apples we counted on one house to-day, and they were picturesque feature in their shades of buff and brown against the unpainted shingle. One pities the poverty which necessitates these unpalnted houses, yet smiles at the painted ones The country is, however pleasing contrast to western Massachusetts, Connecticut and parts of New York, for here the roads are not haunted by the dreary spectacle of deserted and decaying houses, the prey of insurance companies and mould. 1 Poor houses these are here, and a few places which fire or extreme old age have made un- tenable, but Mason and Gorges would be 1 proud of their grant could they see its ! thrift and sturdiness to-day. l
 Last Sabbath it was our fortune to stum- l ble upon 6 Harvest festival' at the little Episcopal chapel six miles distant. This ! thanksgiving for the harvest is old Eng fish custom well transported here. It seems not to supersede the national Thanksgiving, but to be more object-teaching service.
 Once before in a great city church we had l seen the honest harvest hues ningle with l every aesthetic effect of s'fretted aisle and l organ pealing," with orchestra, choir and l sumptuous audience all in harmony, but ! here were only the realistic efforts of the country side. l
 It was like going to market! Trays of 1 beans peppers and cranberries fanked the wide aisle amid white ferns and gorgeous leaves. Mingled with vines of grape and clematis the walls hung tomatoes, 1 squashes and apples. Huge pumpkins hung by strings over the aisle like lanterns. Di rectly under the biggest pumpkin on the chancel steps young couple had been mar ried that morning, and if the wedding bell was novel it is to be hoped it will make their first real Thanksgiving pies. Around the chancel hung braids of yellow corn; on the altar above the grapes plums, pears, ct cete- ra, a triumphal arch of jars of preserves and jellies; below in pleasing contrast were pots of yellow butter.
 Amid all this sweetness the fervent young minister in his white gown carried the tenor to the 'fanthems" like martyr, while the l congregation listened to Handel in five keys at once like an army of martyrs, and until they 1onged to see the pretty girl-organist take her little hands from the keys and blow her accompaniment on the trumpet-shapedI squash above the keyboard.
 But the sermon was simple and earnest; i there was something both touching and sweet in the sincerity and reverence of the service which the elaborate city festival lacked, and even the grotesqueness of some of the adornments made no barrier to the thanks which all gave to him ''who flleth all things living with plenteousness." E.
 Holderness, N. H., Oct. 1.