Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-07-19

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just such an idea of DAYS, as Words
worth's man had of primroses;
"a Primrose by the rivers br1m,
A yellow Primrose WAS to him,
And IL was nothIEg more"
So a day to this ''Every-body," Is
something no. or dry, or wet or cold,
or something else, but "nothing
more"
OF all days, give me rainy one for
memory and meditation. They some
how soften the mental surface,
trampled and trodden down by many
footed interest, and let the buried
germs of the pas, AMI the half for
gotten, up through the parched and
indurated sOil-germs bursting into the
beauty OF the days that are no more
flowers of the heart, that though 1t be
a rock. cling round its clelts, and deck
its rude and roughcnei breast, with
brighter "Order" than ever glIttered
on the bosom of bravery.
If the dear departed ever appear to
MS, it is when the sky is overcast, dimly
through the mist of rain and tears.
If the won Irous mirage OF the mind
ever brings to view the shores of the
distant past, it is when the cloud is
overhead; Just as we sometimes see the
sunshine on the swelling hills abroad,
while the vale of rain and shadow en-
velOpes us where we stand.
"If the footballs of those who have gone be-
fore,
To the unseen and silent shore"
are ever heard by the listening heart,
it is when they are so blended with the
pattering rain, We cannot tell one from
the other.
The Singer of the Welsh Mountains
makes the Waldenses bless Col "fOr
the strength of the hills" AMI why
may not we, in humble prose, bid the
beatitude of Memory rest upon the
Rain? The Rain that brIghtens the
past and revives the witlered and
whitening flowers.
But alasl for it, the warmest, softest,
sweetest Rain, cen the Rain that Mercy
is likened to-caDnOt restore to life
those who have obeyed the hallowing
touch of time, aud are "dust to
dust"
Beaumont ald Fletcher told it truly
when they bade the nOIrler,
''wcep no more. Lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For viole,s pIucIl'd, the sweetest showers
VIII necr make grow lin"
well-behaved rain, blessed with an
abundance of gentIeness, and a dispo
sition Gs sweet as June.
1t was none of our dashing, roaring
sort of rains, that strangle the cutters,
splash against the windows, and take
ones breath away with whole pallsful
of water at once.
1t was none of your cold, sleety,
freezing rains, that come down point
first, like an avalanche of cambria
needles; nor yet, clustering, whirling
shower that sweeps up before you in
sheets, with the roll of thunder be-
tween, that makes you think of ban
nersin, battle. Neither was it one of
those old-fashioned "steady" rains, that
begin to get ready in the morning,
with the wind "a swooniug over hollow
grounds" mist all the forenoon, drip,
drip, all the afternoon, and set in to a
| regular rafting, pouring rain, that
rains you to sleep-that you hear when
| away in the mildlc of your dream
that rains when you wake up-that
keeps raining till you begin to think
of old Covenants-and bless yourself,
as you turn over, that the seal of the
rainbow has not faded from the dark
scroll OF the storm.
No, it was none of these, but just a
! whole brood of shuwerettes - little
showers-tbat came one after ano her
| out of the clouds, every other one n
| sunshine. - 4 10 see hEw EIrth wJull
be pleased with them.
just the rain that sets the flowers in
the garden to dancing and courtesying
and noddIng-iust the rain to render
the poets line no fancy,
'Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain,
| As though rose should shut, and be bud
agtin."
IT RAINS! But don't imagine for
! miuu that it always does the
same thing when it rains. As
emphatic little giIls say, under
their breath. "it n'hever, n'hever
does" There's the rain i5nprOmptli,
! the rain progressive, the rain premedi-
tated, and the rain with "to be con-
tinued" the oblique, the perpendicular,
the driving, the dripping, and the sheet
rain; and nobody can tell how many
more If he tries.
. There's your dali, drlzzljng, dreamy
rain, that dampens the day and the
spirits, and makes one remember old !
sunsets. old ''hames," an old frien Is;
aud there's your right bright, merry
living shower, that comes dancing |
down in sunshine, or moonshire, or |
any time, all the same. Here is one !
| that comes creeping along stealthily, !
| first haze, and then a mist, then Il
wet blanket, then one drop, then two,
| and $50 on, Us Japhets ApOthecary-I
1OGS it Japhet's? was always saying. !
But here's ole-clear skv q moment |
ago, but all at once a cloud-a cloud !
with an Engine in If; and all at once q
shower, that drops exactly down; then
| intermits, then down again; and the
cloud, instead of hanging about like
smuggler, goes right on, and thee 1t
is, doing the same by the Corn, that 1t
| did a minute sgO, by the Glover.
| That's Summer Cloud; that's what
Shakespeare meant, L guess, by the
.'o'ercoming" cloud he told Of At all
, events, the Interpretation makes it
mean som sthtng, which is more than
can be said o. all expeditions, either OF
Sh kespeare or Isaiah. Summer
| Clouds are busy creatures. Autumn
| Clouds are lazy and sullen; while those
| of winter go hurrylng about, ragged
hs peS8us, DuS your June DoIu
cloud is mo such person" IT'S round
Cd and downy; like Charity; and shifts
lis apparel every five minutes all day
long. 1t lets go" a clearly defined
shadow over grain, forest, or meadow,
but 1t ''drags anchor" and on it goes
with the shadow, over the tops of the
corn, and the tiukes do not rumple a
tasselI Show me any but Summer
Cloud, that trails its DGguerreotype
| about, after that fashion.
Bat the graudest of all rains is that
with Scenic and Orchestral accom-
paniments; and the very sort we are
having heresbonts when wrote, sit
rains" Two hours ego, the sky was
as blue and clear as Robins egg. An
hour and half ago, three Macbethish
l"thunder- heads" lay lurk ng sullenly