Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-02-08
A STUDY.
HELEN O'sULLIvAN DIXON.

HELEN O'SULLIyAN DIXON.
And like a great poet, Nature knows
how to produce the greatest effects
tn the most limited means. There
81 e his only a sun, trees and flowers,
water and love. OF course IL the latter
he lacking in tie heart of the observer,
lie whole will, in all probability, pre-
se' but poor appearance, tie sun
will be so many miles in diameter, the
trees are for fre-woJd, the flowers are
classified according to their stamens.
and The water is wet. Children
thought are younger than we, they
can perhaps Temf mber when they were
once trees OF birds, and are conseqnent-
iy still able TO understood them. We
VI larger growth, are alas too old for
that, and carry about il oLr hesd5 too
much legal lore, and too many sorrows
and bad verses
HEINRICH HEINE.
Goodbye sweetest summer l do not
forget thee" saws the swallow as she
fits by our door, 81 fly TO binder
Skies AtEt-lLtG-Ntll. SllDS Jub
West wind honey laden, "I go TO dream
on the breast of the rOses unchIlled 10y
frost and snow" "Sun, shine your
hottest you do not deceive me-" calls
back the red butterfly, II follow the
footsteps OF my kiud and the glad
Spring. | bask no more in the subtle
warmth Of a smile golden at noon and
that ere twilight falls, treacherously
goes down in misty giOOm.'
"Stay, why so fast shrek king'isher,
Lawk, eagle, to the wood robin aud
brown thrush, clear is the sky and the
ripple of the sea not uugentIe" "Not
We say the other, No black bird il
near, and why build ye so faIthf lly,
hour bv hour in your sturdy oak so
deep nest? We dip our wing in the
wave aud 20. Til Spring again fare
thee well.
To tile sensitive, highly organized
temperament, nothing is so full ofmean-
ing, nor furnishes more ample .oOG
thought than change OF atmosphere.
The seasons glide on, from grave to
gay. The slow steady, resistless move
ment of their eternal restlessne55 fills
the soul with sadne S. Nature, like
life always wOnderfui, seems to have
want OF TepGse. 1t would seem the
most scOrching Of id-summers that
the earth's mighty body should relax,
neTveless, storing up vital force, and
that her immense heat would suggest
Summer, summer alone Not so.
Like a fevered child she tosses tltfully
and means. At sinister moments is
caught amid the warf and wOOf of suu-
lit leaves a chill, a something which to
the thoughtful mind recalls Winter.
Verify, the subtle Seasons are quite
beyond mortal's analysis. They lie so
close they wear one look.
At night-fall atmCsp heTic change
is felt The swift dawn of and set OF
consultations, the languid moon blood
red ard mottled, the gradual flight of
migratory things warned, caught by
coming fl osts, the death OF the flowers,
the early lighted student lamp, the
noan Of the restless ga 1tfully dis
turbed by inner change, the voices of
children subiued to sheltered evenings,
tell US that Summer has indeed gone.
She hath LETT Us reluctantly.
Ever and anon at midday a hot
glance makes the traveller tremble. at
eve a more prolonged look decetves
him as to winters approach.
T long ago sflken tassel in the
corn is dead; Its once brilliant waving
green, withered and brown, with its
yellow and white corn is stored away
in roomy barn. Majestic svcamores,
giant nIub d, twisted, gnarled into
grim lik ness of the human, or straight,
beautiful IN colorins suggesting softest
flesh tone, heightened by melting shades
OF blue, let fall great curls OF bark,
quaint, sad brown leaves. These rustic
thick TO the tread. Their very whisper
hath different tone from summer.
Vigorous ivy takes closer grip. 1t
needs no wIutry warning voice. Vital
with instinct close around the massive
trunk and bough Its deep green leaves,
sombre flowers daily no more with
light winds. Ivy and tree life wi h
them now hath gra7er cast. Brown
little birds lay close to pines and grass.
They hear the strong tramp OF the
hunter, the bark of The keen Dosed dog
cuts strangely the frOSt-laden air.
Trem bl ng rabbits cross noiselessly path
OF tangled triar and sheltered weed.
Squirrels crack j kes and nuts high
upin the great oaks hollow. The years
planning of early and late crops has
borne its fulfilment great or little.
Harvest thus gathered, winters occG-
patton less full of life must be cocsid-
cred. Time no longer stands still when
on flowing stream, under perfumed
billy slope, sheltered golden field, the
reapers meal was spread. Moon-llt
harvest homes beIe .tb pink blos'omed
tree, tie sound of the CHEEKY Shep-
herds pipe, the flying feet of country
swain, the merry laughter, meath
the witcbiUg moon. the Whispered word
of Love, its shy return, the hHppy
homeward drive thro' meadow scented
land, these, all this, this wonderful,
beautiful, glorious, throbb;ng harvest,
home or youth and Joy, when all the
world is kind, hath gone. Buried 1t
Is in that vat Forever where all sweet
things lie hid.
B tween rows of naked corn-Stalk.
lengthy vistas deep in orchard grass
soft to the foot, stretch in un1ulatons.
Ere times tie sun as if IN compeDsa-
tion for his many wihtry looks, takes
on once again his old brillancy OK
smi.e, beams down upon these grasses
red and gold At this happy moment,
forgetting sad Winter, both painter and
writer feels himself restlessly unable