The Osceola times., 1888-11-24
Of gold In autumn when .hs vor,a

OF gold In autumn when the world
closes In around you in companiona-
Ole way. All sounds reach you ON suci.
DAY as II they had some relation IN
yourself Wagons rattle across the VAL
icy iull OF corn or stalks, and other,
fuii OF red apples, and you hear them
as II close at hand. so the world is ALI
a neighborhood. You never at anv
other time feel so gentle and kindly.
Caterpillars crawl safely across your
track, although you know their mis-
sion is mischievous. Such days ara
made for peace, and rest and delicious
dreaminess, and friends. and friendly
books, such as those OF Charles Egbert
Craddock and dear Dr. Holmes, and
other good painters and jolly laughers.
They are the only days when | wish
were not woman, but "A squirrel. or
something that could quickly climb
every red-leaved tree to the very top.
and sit in the punches OF beech nuts
and laugh and chatter to myself, In
poems and anticipatious.
No. shall not tell you any more OF
my tribulations. Only assure YOU
that the day was like the morning.
and have no way of expressing it
unless, unless 1t be that some days are
possessed. Perhaps a little Of the
difficulty lay with myself-my irri.
tability-a very little to be sure. But
now will tell you that some other
days are possessed also, only they are
possessed with care and sound diges-
tion, and self-control and a hundred
other good angels that are always fly.
ing about ready to make fine days for
us. For my part | do not see that
much trouble comes of care; il is only
the not taking care that makes the
trouble. II each one in a household
bears his or her fair share, every day
will be well possessed with delight.
il will never do for us TO be careless.
Therefore | do not wish TO pray for a
life free from care. II one we're walk
ing on golden pavements, | think he
must take care not TO get very tired
Of it, wishing for u clover field,
and lane that smells OF mint, and
dew. and wild asters. There are no
days quite as fine as the every days.
when nothing very special occurs-no
iGit np IA pt "A n
nothing at all but twelve hours full OF
xindliness and sunshine, when there Is
nothing done but duty. That, / take
I, is what we are TO aim after-an
everyday lovableness. / know "a few
antilles who are never quite happy
,nly at home. They do not take much
interest in public occasions--probably
lot quite enough; for one should go to
he county fair for the good of other
olks;and as for lectures and sociables,
hey are n peedful evil, full OF good, and
rot to be dispensed with. am even in
;lined to believe that church festivals
AN not be dispensed with. ! would
lttend and aid such, in a select way.
iregariousness is an element OF hui
nan nature not to be quickly sloughed
H.
This day OF mine draws TO a close,
md am glad TO say it has been one
II those possessed OF sweetness and
light. The whole world rests. The
work Of the year is done, l think !
iear the last OF the days passing by,
,umming quietly with the bees, whose
hives are full, and now have only 20
iuck the sweets of latest flowers and
ileep in the shine Of the golden hours.
i have finished the work Thou gavest
ne to don That is the delight of the
rear. Farewell, calm day of rest and
,eace. dip my pen once more in the
nix. The hour strikes twelve. Only
or the chasm OF this deep, rich, grow
ng silence OF nigh {, should long since
nave left my room for sleep. But the
ompanionableness OF night | must
nave occasionally. l have dipped my
ZEN only TO keep from too deep medi-
being lost in too remote
lreams. 1t is done. Goodnight
Wary +. Spencer, in 50. Louis Globe
Democrat