New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-08-06
Newport Branch, 125 Bellevue Ave.

floats up from the garden DeloW' "heie u"ev
bee noisily peddes his sweets. Only one pair OK
eyes haunts US now and from their ardent gaze
we turn 10 our old tormentors, for whom lie
once held Just such golden promises, seeking inc
sympathy and interest which even their canvas
hearts must feel. Surely the young man VINO
fought the duel understands; and the woman IN
the velvet bodice holds a dove with a letter tied
about its neck
Then there are bright memories OF winter nights
when the candles and glowing frelogs scatter the
shadows and regild the furnished frames; when
the pungent olor of cedar and pine MS the ar
and garlands of holly and long gray moss FORM
rich settings for the old friends on the wall Nuts
and apples are roasting in the hot ashes; MAD ana
merry are the pranks and games; while the hall re-
sounds with the beat of gay young feet ana the
scrape OF the darby fddlers bow
I Alas, that these are but memories, and that
those silent sentines look down on reVelry no
more The children of this generation are especial'
y to be pitied. for they know nothing OF the care
of a faithful nanny" and the joys Of the old
fashioned nursery. The big, sunny room, with its
barred windows and low gate across the door;
the great fireplace whose broad hearth a whole
family of little white-robed figures could sit ana
roast sweet potatoes, while nanny" prepared
the bath. And what jolly bath it was. par
ticular thrill of pleasure accompanied the hiiihs
OF the kettle-the very grandfather OF all other
kettes-and getting it safely hung on the crane
bubbling and Kissing the while; the odor Of the
warm linen and flannel hanging before the fire,
and the delicious aroma of sweet, clean WOOD as
the hot water poured into the big, round tuo-not
cold and hard like the zinc and porcelain aHalrs
OF to-day.
Then last. but by means least the marvel
lous tales of "Bre'r Rabbit ard his friends. ana
the gradually falling asleep on 'mammys' capa'
cious lap TO the lung squeak of the rush-bottomed
chair and the good old tune OF Mary and Mar
tina" or I'm er MarchIn ter de Graveyard
The morning brought its pleasures Also from the
preliminary pillow-hght to the mild rush for moth
crs FIRST kiss after prayers-a service which all at
tended. And how full of delights the day. The
privilege of visiting the ginhouse and watching the
process of separating the beautiful white Cotton
should rise again in the next years growth; beau-
tlful type OF the breatnlessness of natere
campaigning mother on her housekeeping beat,
which led into the smokehouse, with its wonderiu!
admitted the faithful into that paradise for chill.
dren, the storeroom over miles OF space THROUGH
odor of dried fruit. cold meats. cheese cornmeaii
always SOUVENIR oecas ons and no tidbit Of Huy;
brown sugar and long green pickles. =,
But above and beyond all were the charms Q.
iha hole in the wai,a - rerster-wnich harles
F Woe ne se rs folks SOrn in as
has denied them the elementary department. Ok
Spring is a sad visit the New South
though nature is never so lavish as then me
and gold and the periwnkle peeps shyly at you
with its soft blue eye. White volets lie like fairy
blue buds hide in their new green cIoaks. AZ every
vp YOU eowp Sn and % and
in pattern OF daffods. Each fencelock Is q
the rising sap rsnews is youth the @SySSrmiSa5
beech filters sunshine all, while the Jasmine
n n us iaSe om 9SuFh as 10 Gr
literally covering the woods in sprngtlme' ana
w PTGGace flowers %
trumpet shaped. of a deep golden yellow; and emit
s r e %h sna R ara
listers in partcolored coats swell their tiny threats
to Guido the other But when the concert is sup,
ppsed snd the from
boring bough and piercng sweet and ,saaer rr aS
among singers the mocF,nG bird whou, pre-,
Jude he bursts into grand opera. keeping time -"
pours ef forS the notes in a stterng shower now
rich and low. tubilantly high and shril .,,o,
stran this hf sme the Songs OF his rivals Fault
lessy he repeats Them b wse his
bright eyes glance from perch to perch as though
It is beautiful. Eden-Iike. but it is sad; for all
this wealth OF bloom and beauty cannot hide tnss
youth-it is pathetic Nor is winter the fitting sea.
SON for there rarely has the S saR
boldly forth But in the ma days the e sssn
Th % G there IS peree harm9ny sA The gentle
of the year graces her widowhood. and the so"
signing of the pine attunes itself to her regrets;
Through their deep fringes the glints OF blue
sky resemble the stained glass of cathedral ana
the arching elms its Gothic aisles. A warmed
haze wells the landscape-cottonfelds. stretching
away like plains OF snow: cornstaks. turned 70
golden fodder regular lines OF small brown pea
nut stacks. end background Of glorious 20, ns.
red. green. brown and gold. covcy Of fright.
ened cartridges rise from the broomfied and ~
toward the creek. but In vain There is a deadly
report the whirr of broken wings the mad rush
Of the dogs, and another little brood Is mother.
less. What brave show the goiden-rod makes
in the meadows. The wild asters lie like fairy
lakes. of faintest blue. between its golden shores
while the scarlet sage rcars its pennant where ee
IL listeth.
A drift OF pale yellow butterflies hovers over
these roadside beauties. and long, gauze- winged
dragonhy goes eisurely about his woong. Inc
persmmon drops its mellow fruit; the beech nuts
'tatf.r'r~ fali and 10 80 'ui--a' rom NY
fort; the Virginia creeper bushes with the nrst
hrsath ~ frost md n'pes 80 i.ies 80 'tS -
port This is the season that bridges the years
that lulls the nostalgia for the past. Alas! Couo
II forever but bestow
"Li~ht rhythm perfume on this earthly scene
And make the world more fair. the hours w.