Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-12-19
4 PLEA FOR SUN BATHS.
A LADY WHO HAS TESTED THEM
 AND IS STRONG IN THEIR PRAISE.
THIS the Being with Poetry and the Hands with Gold-How to Take the bath-Don't Read Trashy Book-Get in Love with the Sun.

nos with Gold-How to Take the
 Bath-Don't Read Trashy Book-Get
 in Love with the Sun.
 do not wonder that the ancients wor- | shlped the sun; l do. There is nothinp so
 life giving bath in the morning sun+ or
 II you find it more convenient, at mid-after-
 noon, when the rays are not too direct
 when can coax puny, pale creature to
 try It she begins to tan, and that terrifies her,
 put II she will persist for a few weeks she
 will not for the world go back to pallor and
 shadows. "Now, for this once,n said to a
 friend, try the experiment.. Here, sit down
 In this cozy chair, in the full sunshine. lean
 Dack your head and shut your eyes. There,
 now; tell me your sensations" 'Ahl"
 said she, "this is delicious. I did not
 know; indeed, did not supposel It is
 heavenly. My whole being is full of poetry,
 Bless em! but my hands are full of gold. I
 nave no aches or cares. I am folded in peace and rest. l am lifted, and every fiber is
 buoyant with delight. Can the sun do thisgn
 Keep your eyes shut, my poet" said, 'sand soon you will begin to sing to me your hap plness and inspiration; for the sun touches the whole being, mind as well as body"
 An, now you peep open your eyes and catch glimpse of the blue sky. Was it ever l so blue before? And the white clouds; were ", 1 my dear; always and always; but you hardly | ever looked at it before, straight in the eye Ana now the sun that makes the sky so Deautltul is making you also beautiful, and | niilng you with capacity to see beautiful | things.
 | SUMMON THE ABSENT ONES. Try sun bath, according to the time of the year. If it be spring, just as the snows are melting, and you feel the depression of a long, hard winter, stiff and tired, go to a l south window at monday, for the morning l sun has not enough heat. How deliciouslY unlike the stove or furnace heat you have l four or five months been compelle>, to content yourself withl There are but two places where heat is truly delicious; one is in front or hlg lire place of a chilly evening, and the other IS ln cozy sun bath. I know not which IS the finer. The former gives us more companionship and sense of nearness; It Is good to be taken with dear friend at your side, or better yet, with the whole fam lily grouped about. But sun bath is to be taken alone. One does not wish to be dis turbed, nor even quite wide awake Then the dreams come, and the world is double "oTld-the one you see if you open your eyes, and the one you feel if you shut them Yet @ sun bath is not so unsocial, after all. for one can summon host of those daring ones that never disturb, and don't poster with questlons-I mean the absent ones What a power that Is to bring them about us and enjoy thelT sweet and loving presence in the spirit.
 have on my lawns in the rear of the place two cots, frames that one can easily pick LID and carry anywhere into open sunshine or under the shading naples, and on them lie many happy hour A book, if you please, and then you may fall asleep, book and all, 1Y,n h,x- sort of book-something that will not make you angry or lead to antagonism, for that will spoil everything. The object Of the sun bath is to call the blood to the surface and preak up congestions. to take it away from the head and put an end to aches and neural glas. An ugly book will prevent this and drive the blood back, thump, thump. thump, into the brain. "Must we take books that will not make us thinka" This is non- sense,
 That is the fool logic that begets such vast overflow ot vacation literature, trash and shallow patedness, that echoes if one but look senslbly into it. will have none of it. A good book to rest the brain is book full of good things, right down bright and honest thoughts. Now I will tell you what last I carried out with me to my sun bath It was Leisure Time Studies" ," by Andrew Wilson An old book, to be sure, as books go now. ten years old; but juicy, and like a juicy apple or peach, the sun sweetened it. I read this morning "WhatI Saw in an Ants Nest,n delicious story; and said now will go and dig open an ants nest, and see if also can see anything.
 And this morning, in my early bath, laid open before me that delightful book, "Choson The Land of the Morning Calm" Indeed, 1t was morning calm, and May and June came back over the eastern hills into my open window, bringing the perfume of the dew bathed lawn or hlacs and roses, and I dld not find 1t easy to recall myself from that far off eastern land of the worlds historic morning. Authors we'll suited for such a use as seek are Burroughs and Holmes.
 THE DUTY OF RESTING,
 But sometimes one shall do nothing at all but let the sun do it all Shut your eyes SO that you shall not see that the world is a workshop, and shut the soul so that you shall not remember thimbles, needles. holes to mend or books at all. You do not under stand, my friendsl You gain nothing by having steam up all the time. You are only exhausting yourselves, and cannot do one half that you might do if you would learn how to rest; and that is what you will do by sun bath. Then you can go back to your sympathizing and your doing with stout hearts and steady nerves Far more than men, women need physiologically and psychologically to rest. It is our restlessness that goes into our children and is intensifying into fretted nerves and sleeplessness. know of nothing that will so 1 calm and sooth and lull to sleep as a sun bath. Each room in your house should, if | possible, have its sunny outlook. At least in | the country this is possible. By means of a I balcony or bayed window or veranda | almost all rooms can get connection with the | solar beams. But what of the thousands who | live where there is neither clear, sunny sky | nor breath of fresh air and no morning only dirty mixture of night alA day for ever9 l am talking now to you who read The Globe-pemocrat, and who fret and brood over thousand ills and ten thousand more fancied ills, and aches and pains, while the Great Physician makes you a free visit nearly every morning of every day of the year. Open your blinds. Let your carpets fade, Paint your cheeks with we'll warmed blood. Greet the morning at sunrise Get in love with the sun as the beautiful hov fall