The Brookhaven leader., 1891-06-04

color of emerald. Aye, 1t Is herbage
Hail to the green grass, Gods favorite
color and Gods favorite plant, as
judge from the fact that He makes a
larger number of them than of any
thing else. But look yonder! Some
thing starts out of the ground and goes
higher up, higher and higher, and
spreads out broad leaves. 1t is palm
tree. Yonder is another growth,
and its leaves hang far down, and
it is willow tree. And yonder
is a growth with mighty sweep
of branches. And here they come
the pear and the apple, and the
peach and the pomcgranate, and groves
and orchards and forests, their shad-
ows and their fruit girdling the earth.
We are pushing agriculture and fruit
culture to great excellence in the nine.
teenth century, but we have nothing
now to equal what | see on this first
Wednesday of the worlds existence.
"And the evening and the morning
were the third day"
Now it is Thursday morning of the
worlds first week. Nothing will be
created to-day. The hours will be passed
in scattering fogs and mists and vapors.
The atmosphere must be swept clean.
Other worlds arc to hove in sight. This
| little ship of the earth has seemed to
have all the ocean of immensity to it.
self. But mightier craft are to be hailed
to-day on the high seas of space. First,
the moons white soil appears and does
very well until the sun bursts upon the
scene. The light that on the previous
three mornings was struck from an es-
pecial word now gathers in the sun,
moon and stars. One for the day and
the other for the night. 1t seemed as
if they had all within twenty-four hours
been created. All, this is great time
| in the worlds first week. The moon,
| the nearest neighbor to our earth, ap-
pears, her photograph to be taken
in the nineteenth century, when the
telescope shall bring her within
one hundred and twenty miles OF
| New York. And the sun now appears
afterward to be found eight hundred and
| lightweight thousand miles in diane
| ter, and, put in astronomical scales, to
be found to weigh nearly four hundred
| thousand times heavier than our earth;
a mighty furnace, its heat kept up by
meteors pouring into it as fuel, world
devouring other worlds with it's jaws of
flame. And the stars come out, those
street lamps of Heaven, those keys of
pearl, upon which Gods fingers play
the music of the spheres. How bright
they look in this oriental evening. Con-
stellations. Galaxics, What a twenty
four hours of this first weck-solar,
lunar, stellar appearances. All this
Thursday and the adjoining nights en-
ploycd in pulling aside the curtain of
vapor from these flushed or pale-faced
worlds. Enough! "And the evening
and the morning were the fourth day"
Now it is Friday morning in the first
week of the worlds existence. Water,
but not fin swimming it; air, but not
wing flying it. 1t is a silent world.
Can it be that it was made only for
vegetables? But, hark! There is a swirl
and splashing in all the four rivers of
PisOn, Gihon, IIiddekel and Euphrates.
They arc all a-swim with life, some
darting like arrows through split cryst-
shadow. Everything, from spotted trout
to behemoth; all colored, all shaped, the
ancestors of finny tribes that shall by
their wonders of construction confound
the Agassizs, the Cuvlers and the Lin
nauses and the ichthyologists of the
more than six thousand years following
this Friday of the first week. And
while / stand on the banks of
these paradisaical rivers watching
these finny tribes, hear whirr
in the air and look up and
behold wings-wlngs of larks, robbins,
| doves, eagles, flamingos, albatrosses,
| brown-threshers. Creatures of all
color, blue as if dipped in the skies,
fiery as if they had flown out of the sun
sets, golden as if they had taken their
| bath in buttercups. And while | am
studying the colors, they begin to carol
and chirp and coo and twitter and run
up and down the scales of music that
they must have heard of Heavens gate,
Yes, find them in Paradise on this the
first Friday aftern BON of the worlds
existence. And l sit down on the bank
of the Euphrates, and the murmur of the
river, together with the chant of birds
in the sky puts me into state of SOM
nolencc. And the evening and the
morning were the fifth day"
Now it is Saturday morning of the
worlds first week and with this day the
week closes. But oh, what climac-
teric day. The air has its population
and the water it's population. Yet the
land has not one inhabitant, but here
they come, by the voice of God created!
Horses grander than those which in
after time Job will describe as having
neck clothed with thunder. Cattle
enough to cover a thousand hills.
Sheep shepherded by Him who made
for them the green pastures. Cattle
superior to the Alderneys and Ayrshires
and Devonshires of after times. Leop-
ards so beautiful, we are glad they can
not change their spots. Lyons without
their flerceness and all the quadruped
world so gentle, so sleek. SO perfect
Look out how you treat this animal
creation, whether they walk the earth
or swim the waters, or fly the air. Do
you not notice that God gave them
precedence of the human race?
But something is wanting in Paradise
and the week is almost done. Who is
there to pluck the flowers of this Edenic
lawn? Who is there to command these
worlds of quadruped and fish and bird?
For whom has God put back the curtain
from the face of the sun and moon and
star? The world wants an emperor
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