Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1889-04-19
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ROCK WILLIE. MD.
Friday Morning........"April 10, 1885,
IN THE SPRING. TINE.

Winters cold fingers have been lifted
from the pulse Of nature and the throb is
strong and warm-there is life everywhere,
life in all forms; life with a sweet breath in |
it, life with song in it, life with light in |
it, life hidden in the heart Of bursting buds,
life rocked in shells that have been placed
around the graves of the dead, life playing
in the plighted clouds" life knocking from
the centre of fallen logs--for the Spring
time is
"The delegated voice Of God"
The little, active sparrow suspends, for
the time being, the internecine fight with his
own kind, and ceases for brief period to
join other bush whacking sparrows to as
sault visiting feathered strangers and ap
plies himself to search for spears of hay
which he seizes and bears away in the up
per air. This ferocious little buccaneer, this
little land pirate, this sparrow, whose aver
age mission is war and plumber, is now as
quiet as dove, and peacefully assists his
mate in the building Of the nest.
Umbrellas are on every hand, on the street,
however fair the skies, for the world knows
coquettish April, now somber, frownng and
fearful; anon, smiling like a maiden on
whose finger her lover passes diamond
engagement ring
In the cities the street cars are crowded
with women who drive tired men from
their seats, who look with scornful scrutiny
at each others hats and bonnets, who never
"move along" and occupy two or three seats,
or as many as they can spread over, who
are thrilling with the glorious expectation
of shopping, or of goods ordered, and who
see in their minds eye themselves in their
spring dresses, and note the envy with which
they are regarded by other women
The branches OF the trees are becoming
fuzzy like the face OF a man growing new
beard The buds are covering the plants
like brown larva, which will soon hatch in
the green beauty of the leaf and the many
hued spendor of the flower. Grasses are
timdly peeping out to see If frost and snow
have gone, and in little time will be racing
too gee which can reach the highest in the
warm, invigorating air and in the ever joy
full sunlight.
Tramps and others are raking off the dead
leaves from the yards the painters, cal
ciminers, carpenters, and decorators have
usurped the rights of hOuseholders and
swagger through boudoir and salon, and
invade the most secret and sacred recesses
of the family as If they were the owners.
Dirty faced, unshaven, ragged men, house
less and homeless, pass through the streets,
the birds are tattling in the trees, baby
wagons have blossomed in vast numbers
and gorgeous as sunfowers, the landlords
and numberless housekeepers are laboring
TO raise their rents and to avoid repairs.
In the feminine soul, like an exposition
of raInbows, there is collection Of roseate
anticipations Of Easter Sunday, in which
new gowns and head coverings, bouquets,
and floral ornamentations are the most con-
spicuous colorings. A supreme ecstacy in
undates the natures of the daughters of Eve
as they contemplate the glorious opening Of
spring goods and the doffing of the som.
bersome winter habiiments.
Ia the Spring time enervation takes pos
session of the human frame. Legs grow
shaky, the liver sluggish, the digestion weak,
the appetite impaired, and disposition to
lounge and dawdle is engendered.
Still, we rasner a~ve tAe Sprint.- sime--it
whispers to us of hopes that we have nursed
all through the cold, shivering blasts of win.
ter, which now trembling, may grow into
full fruition under the mellow sunshine Of
the beautiful summertime Some one has
beautifully said, that ten raw cloudy days
may pass along garden without raising q
smile from a single flower, but no sooner
does the sun look out than hundreds Of
roses put up their lips to be kissed and
blush clear down to their shoulders
there are no charms in nature that touches
deeper the tender chords of the heart than
those that yibrate under the brilliance and
joyous tumuit of life and song in the first
faint glimmering Of the glad Spring. time.