Birmingham state herald., 1896-08-02
:sMRS. BALLS LETTER.


 siIs it so very, very hot in Birmingham? This is the question that presents itself to my .mind every morning, every noon. everyue evening and every night as fan and. fan and apply my handkerchief to face which suggests a miniature Niagara, as the streams increasingly flow. Atlanta is simply sweltering just now, and its most enthusiastic citizen has not the slightest inclination to refer to its ssi1perior climate" Indeed, as this pro- gressive town never permits itself to be surpassed or eclipsed, if possible, in any particular, climatic or otherwise, there is evidently conspiracy going with the weather bureau and the municipal au- thorities to have, Atlanta carry off the palm as the greatest heat generator or this awful spell of, equatorial weather The sun rises fiercely these days, with not tender ray even for the dew drops which .tremble upon the rose petals or nestle timorously within the heart of the bj,Ye5sand pink morning glories.-4 With furious, scorching beams he ascenos the brazen,s burning, skies, and all through the longa summer days he reientiessiy sends down upon sweltering humanity torrid, unbroken heat: The nignt prlnss .is,s but. small relief; the breeze is gone With the sum- and the lessening moon LOOKS pitying down upon city full of tired, sleepless people. Each day IS repetilion of the other, and the weather bureau efves us small lhoperof immediate change. farfs heat such as this is too great, too powerful to be kept within clrcum- scribedl space; 1t Is. necessarily dlnuslve, andf the reports from every sectlon or tne south, tell of a condition rarely experl- enced by our people, who can rightfully claim the best climate on this greer, rlobe.n So wesmusts bear these occasional ftobiea1 fspurts with becoming patlencei I suppose. These Atlanta people oo' l assure you, for whether they sleep or not: Whether they are in imminent dan ger of being dissolved into tepid, trans parent fluid, or of being reduced to babdful5of insignificant gray ashes, sas this.fcrematorlalr,w has power to do. they continue with una bated energy and. interest about their daily arairs. There is. no diminution of venlcies' uo decreasepin sthenpHssers-by, ana the peo- nIe5 still. look robust, and have an un- faltering faith in Atlanta's capacity to have the most satisfactory not wave of ff,fs time of molten air which is sweep Ing over our section. They uncomplain- ingIy bear much, if theys can only nave the l.most'l and the greatest counteo unto, them.a a.
 T e,neal,ing of waves, when that ques- ,iar1 was asked and answered by loving brother and sister in the long ago; '.What Are the Wild Waves Saying? those same young hearts were only awakahpg to the voices that speak e 10 ali of Jus with the manifold tongues or naturey Standing as they did upon the rock beach, which was daily kissed py tFa-gsntIe tides, they knew that the mu sicai.A rirrljng waves, which broke al theIfA: very feet, brought taies or sanns u,s frsEKs from-tha. heart of nature. Tney fel{zfhe divine throbbing of that neart, andSfts pulsations broke within tnelr soSftSSa desire and longing for the ln- fIy<feY They dreamed not of the dark caFsFns, Where lie entombed in coral re- cess<4 the the dead, which one day the ret:f1ess sea will give up; they knew nor of antled ships, which lay Tn oro- kestsheaps at the bottom of the oceans thesy s arse hs patss snu sa of the oaea sea Tfsxbn heard the angels song, which soi}iSas through all created forces, and he44f59g, tneS stop to answer. Every fofH3sof ratiue- every vital force, has lafs&Ifa ses a voice, tol all other nature andevefy other power. Whoever de- vei6fss the znatural forces uniooses the toffanrs N hieh proclaim the oneness of fir<s universe the kinship of whatever God 3ias created I have wandered on froI5f4 hot waves to talk of the cool gyeelz pillows which wash our shores in s,ssross<< trohYtaTS days Our minds--the raSs5nants left of. .them--naturally turn to si.f@{S and sounds which bring relie1 to oifsaxeary bodies and our n-scorched
 Cnes of the restful things to do these das3s s to sit quietly in shaded nook ai7deH Hsteu to the echick-chack of the beyief hoofs on the smooth hard as- pbatEpa vement on Peachtree street and to-tdi<e heed 10 the stories these rymth- mlcSSunds tell us. Here comes the hrin, stSease tread of the cart horse peglnnns witifrthe early dawn and continuing Tar int3sthe warm summer nights there IS no attenlpt. at style in his prosaic trot; ne kRuWs that be~does his humble part III - suHkfng this town the most fourishing It the south, so on he goes with his mo- nofo51sus click-clack, c1ick-clack. over the-asphalt and over the Belgian blocks, taking f4q heed of the gorgeous traps
 Here comes smart cart or swell vic- toria or broueham. You need not even raise your "tired eyelids from tired eyes" to decide this. You know 1t by the quick sharp. -clickty -clackty of the high steppers' hoofs, You can even pie ture the gay and brilliant gowns of the handsome women. who luxurousIy ioll on the soft cushions. You know that -s-.t