The Forrest City times., 1894-06-29
EVERYDAY BEAUTY.
Loveiiness of the Ever-Ch~nxinx Aspect
 of the Sky.

Lovcliness of the Ever-Chxnxing Aspect
 of the Sky.
 The impressiveness of lofty noun tains. the grandeur of the boundless sea, few of us fail in some degree to ap- preciate. We travel in search of thems we pause in our work or our pleasure to behold and admire. But there are many persons who do not live within view of either mountain or ocean. and who can not travel. How many of these observe. enjoy and appreciate hat other even greater glory of nature. which is with them and with all of us everywhere and every day? How many of us study and love the sky?
 In a recent article on John Rusl<in at Home," in McClures Magazine. the writer states that Rnsl<in has for many years kept account of the weather in his diary, not merely by records of the thermometer and mention of drought or tempest, snow or sunshine. but by notes with accompanying color sketches of the more striking, beautiful or un- usual aspects of the sky.
 'sIn his beautiful home. Brantwood, on the banks of Coniston Water in the lovely lake region of England. Ruslxins first remark to guest in the morning, often eagerly delivered at the moment of an early knock at the bedroom door, is commonly:
 Are you looking outo
 Indeed. the scene is worth looking out upon. and it is no wonder that the hos pitable and artistic soul of such a host should shrink from allowing friend to miss the early beauties of dewy lawn and woodland. shadowy mountains and morning skies reflected in so fair lake
 Not less than the English Ruslxir did the observant and poetic American, Ralph Waldo Emerson, love the sky. He could not depict it's exquisite varie' ties with pencil and brush. but in his verse he speaks of it always with rare accuracy as we'll as charm.
 ''It was his wise and graceful GUS, tom, too. to make it part of the daily enjoyment of his children, as it was part of his own. He taught them tc notice clouds, mists and rainbows; and when discord or fretful ness threatened their play within doors, he would often. instead of reproving or punishing. quietly send the child most grieved or angry out to the garden gate. ito look at the sky" and bring him word whether it was fair or clouding over. and which way the wind blew. The child did not understand why he was sent, but never failed to return after few moments contemplation of the h ,i,-tf as with an accurate report
 Even little sky-a strip of blue holds an infinity of changeful beauty for those whom city walls shut away from the spectacle of the wide tirnra- ment. unmarred by inpertinent chim- ney-pots and the towering intrusive ness of ten and tifteen-storied build ings.
 Sometimes, indeed, even ugliness will turn to beauty for those who have cheerful eyes to see. The tall, circular chimney of mill erected against her skyline quite spoiled the view. one woman thought, until she learned to look toward it in the early morning, when the machinery was first started.
 1t was toward the east, and as the black smoke poured forth. and a more delicate plume of white steam tloated beside it, the sun, rising behind the contrasted wreaths of black and silver, turned them to yeritable trailing clouds of glory" above the sooty sum- init of the hated mill.
 If we can not have what we like. we must like what we have. A range of mountains or the Atlantic ocean is no small thing to do without; but if we can not have them, the sky. which is always ours. is no small thing, either. Let us make the most of it.-Youth's Companion.