Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1886-11-06

regretted having turnei the tide of the sea-
son, and would now hold II from ebbing
away, she determines
".To set budding more,
Aud s,,lI more, later flowers Tor the bees,
Untii they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'erbfimmed their clanmy
cclls.''
To READ Miss Thomas descriptions Of ma.
ture In autumn, and Of all tho rich and rare
beauties 10 be seen out Of DOORS In forest,
neld and meadow, and by the ripping waters
Of each stream, is enough TO make one throw
ssIde everythin else, and go forth to enjoy
those glorious sights and hear those thrilling
sounds ia midst Of which The year prepares
herself for her winters sleep. How strange
IL In that, whIle I'm spring everyone eagerly
seeks the open country and its budding do
lights In autumn, when nature is even more
gorreousiy atiired, and oilers us far more
tempting rewards, but q comparatively few
heed the invitation, and go out to enjoy the
great farewell iete OF the year
why, for example, do we give 80 little
heed 10 autumn birds, except TO murder
them for the qualification Of the bloodthrsty
instincts of our inherited animal nature,
while in spring every now songster is hailed
with a glad welcome by young and old
Perhaps II IL because, n our author points
out. such aa still remain about the door
wards and trees are ordinarily quite silent"
i notice that even the omnipresent and ON.
niyorous sparrows have settled down TO COM
narrative auiet-nOt absolute quiet, that
would probably Kill a sparrow-but yet for
such noisy fellows their fall attempt at re-
spectable behavior deserves recognition and
praise. Certainly among our bird musicians
i' the singing spirit has already emigrated,
or the yoca,ists seem 10 feel that they have
exhausted their lyrical powers, and must
take a vacation"
No DOUBT II We were less niggardly with
our time and would in these mid. autumn
days go out into the country, we could see
with our own eyes all that Miss Thomas tells
us Is there going on at this season. Whole
families are now gipsying in the fields and
by the small streams enjoying themselves
irresponsibly, having Lard aside domestic
care The robins, In particular, flock to-
gether as though holding perpetual granger
picnic. The rare whistle Of a bluebird-a
skywsrd aud vanishing sound, lost like the
birds own color in the soft autumnal blue
affects us AZ q momentary revisitation Of
spring. Perhaps the most characteristic
bird.note In these days is that of the gold
finch (Chrysomurts trtstis.) The trtStls Is
a touch OF poetic justice, since there could be
nothing more pensive and haunting, and
nothing more pleasing In It's pensiveness,
than this quivering aspen note, which may
be likeued to the sound produced on q
whistle when the opening Is repeatedly and
rapidly stopped by the tinger.tps. The
Roldtinch's movements in the air are as
though it were tossed along, now rising now
falling, with the swell and lapse OF invisible
waves. It's notes are uttered at each down.
ward infection OF flight, its wings then being
brought close to its sides" &c.
Just like this are nearly all OF Miss
Thorn az 4 sdescriptions-the scientific accuracy
of An ornithologist or botanst or entomolo-
gist, the imaginative touch Of the poet and
the charmingly graceful style OF the finished
literary workman, are all combined, and to-
gether delight the reader
CAN there be anything finer than this Of
the oriole p
"Tell it not to the farmer, publish it not
I'm his journal of agriculture--yet 1t in to be
feared the oriole is no better than the little
foxes that spoil the vines' Perhaps, though,
the evidence I once bad does not argue his
being q confirmed vineyard thief. Let us
give him all the benefit OF the doubt There
came rush of wings streak OF orange
colored fame settled in the vine over my
head sharp eyes peered this way and that
discovering nobody but me, who must have
looked accompliceshp, the adventurer
quickly thrust his long bill into the plump
grapes probing ono after another with all the
deflness of humming bird rifiing honey
suckle. This winged, brighteyed bacchant,
drinking OF the years new wine-shall for-
bid creature like this and perhaps draw
upon me the anger of its guardian deity
No l will connive at the orioles stolen en-
joyment even though i find suspicious
puncturipgs In the grapes oi more than one
cluster. How do i know there was not in-
tended and actual beneyolence in Sitting
these purple skinned wine-sacks-to the end
that the bees might come by little grape
honey, without having to sting the fruit for
themselves ~
f..f VlNn hlT n.
rate, beautiful, description Of the swallows
preparations for migrating southwark from
their village of Chimneyville u; but
haven't. Get the book for yourselves and
you will enjoy 1t much better anyhow. There
are gems of deep, true thought scattered on
every page graphic descriptions that invest
the most homely and commonplace things
and events with halo OF romance and poesy;
| and withal not little valuable, out OF the
way information every lover Of nature will
| appreciate. The dainty volume is one emf
| nentiy appropriate as Christmas or New
Years gift to friend and unless am mis-.
taken will be extensively used for that pur-
pose by sensible people, whose tastes are cul'
| tivated enough 10 shun the false and tawdry
| glitter Of gilded "giftbooks, and to appre-
| ciate the worth and beauty of true harmony
between the contents and cover, the soul ana
the body, Of a book. Only to such, indeed,
| does The Round Year appeal. And such
| will find and appreciate it as surely as the
| bee finds the nectar bearing lily's cup how.
e'er the garish sunfower may strive TO at
tract
IALMosT forgot to mention what however
might have been expected from so true
poet As Miss Thomas, that she is devoul
| crematist The last words of her book, clos
ing an exquisite chapter on "The Hearth
Fire." are these. Speaking of the purifying
| force Of fire, she says 1t is the flight o
| the unknown to the unknown Whs
| more tit, seeing this carrier spirit never
loiters on its errand, than that our well be
loved dead should be committed to its ligh
| and tireless wing? Spirit to spirit, and
ashes to ashes Poetry and utility join hand'
| over the rite of incineration."
l AM sorry j have finished the book.
would like to have the pleasure OF tirs
| reading of it still before me UNCAs.