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Il WnC4O NC 4AQcb llO anu SAu4 ACt ~
!, the gravy Of physical prostration
till relieved by the tempering hree-
yes of autumn. It is truly a fiery
ordeal for such a fusible mass OF
mortality as man is to go through,
and if an individual who is addic t.
/. ed to superiority of flesh should
happen 10 get out of it without
having a considerable quantity OF
his corporal tallow melt and run
D down into his boots he may look
upon himself as a living refrigiator
impervious to coloric and as cold
blooded as a turtle. am sorry for
you town folks in hot weather. It
is horrible to think of being oblig-
ed to stay and toast for three or
four months in an air exhausted
town-that great cooking apparatus
, of creation-at which Sol shoots his
blazing arrows so mercilessly. In
, deed it is painful to harbor such a
scalding idea.
When the fiery furnace of summer
is in full operation and the Their
mometer is nigh unto bursting 1
cannot help signing like Addison
} for some accommodating spirit to
bear me to some gentle bower or
cover me in Umbria's green retreats
where even the rough rocks are
tfringed with myrtle, where the Itch
ems weave an emeral carpet and
where the whole atmosphere is preg-
nant with perfume. The green
shady grove is the home where the
cradle of music was rocked to the
harmonious numbers of the breeze
1t was beneath the umbrage of the
forest that Orpheus first struck his
inspired lutte. The little God love
too was born in cooling bower up
on a couch of roses where he was
| fed on honey dews till his pin feath-
ers started and his pinions gained
sufficient strength to carry him up
on errands of depreciation to the
habitations Of man. Yes, no place
like a selected place to call up amo
urousthoughts andfeelings of pure
and exalted character.
If you all will stay in that
scOrching town through all the hot
days that are fast approaching / |
shouldn't wonder if some or you
melted down into grease spots and |
nothing be left to give evidence
that you once existed save strong |
smell of sin and sulphur. This re-
minds me that people die in the
country too, sometimes. 1t is hard |
and viewed from our standpoint; it |
looks like a mistake that a man |
should be snatched by death out of
such a beautiful world as this al |
most as soon as he has made his
preparation to gather in the har-
vests of its enjoyment. Il is hard |
for the body to be compelled to
snap its snug and unworthy aged |
habitation for that dark and gloomy |
tenement, the tomb, without getting |
something to boot; and it is like
swapping watches "unsight ul.seen'
for the soul to exchange its sublu-
nary comforts for a precarious
promise of a paradise somewhere in
the heavens which no mortal eye |
has seen and the pleasures of which
no man can say he has ever tasted. |
When we look upon the blooming
earth-behold its pleasing hues of
light and shade, Its fowery fields,
its distant hills with their bonnets |
of blue, its green valleys that con-
duct each silVery stream to its
ocean home, and then look up and |
see what a glorious canopy over
spreads the whale we cannot help ex-
claiming, alas that man should die.
But there is another standpoint |
from which to look at these things. |
If human being were to be al
lowed the privilege of living forever
L don't see why the same should
not be extended to beasts and /
birds, TO reptiles and insects. ON
impotence was put to no more
trouble or expense to make the
whole mass of mankind than he
was to manufacture mice and mos
quitoes. Although man is called |
the noblest he is by no means the
best of the Almighty's works and |
there are no more favors bestowed |
upon him than upon the caterpillar
that crawls in the dust. II he
were compelled to remain forever
upon this little clod of earth which |
is no more in the incomprehensible |
immunity of space THAI a ny speck |
on the canvass of creation he would |
be as uneasy as frog in a bucket |
and grumble because he couldn't |
die when he wanted to. Without |
that spirit of change which is inYis-
IDLY working and yet visible in its
operations there could be no happi- |
ness in this world.
Suns must rise and set, moons
and seasons must change, flowers |
must bloom, fade and fall, and one
generation must pass away for an
other to come. We would grow /
tired of a perpetual MONDAY sun;
there is no one season of the year
that we could wish to continue. At
ter beholding blossoms for a while /
we desire to gather the fruit and if
all the generations which have ex
listed since the time when the first
successful experiment was tried
with the human machinery lived
now we should be az thick as a
box of candles. We would have to
ride one another worse than we do
now. If we did not die and give
back to the earth the exact portion
we took from it this vast globe of
ours would by this time be com
pletely used up in furnishing mate
rial for building of feshy tabernac.
les unless we gathered our bodies
from celestial sources. In that case
we would have to petition provi;
dence for an annual enlargement of
the earth to bold us as we increased
and then it would soon get too
large to turn round without rub
biDg against all sides of creation.
So everything is exactly right as
it is.
Whatever may seem wrong IN
the universal arrangement to us
poor short-sighted mortals is most
unouestiOnablv right. and there is