The morning times., 1897-01-31


wild roses Of n Bar Harbor hedge near me
s.June roses that have awakened too late
and are dropping to pieces as with fright
atthe Told, glaring red and yellow August
flower-neichbors about them. The air
scarcely stirs the ivy that climbs up the
piIlar OF the ycrarda on which hneer
Sothau t cannot be = swagiHg lotsh which
gives an impression of something beckoning
down an avenue OF great chestnut trees TO
the left-a quiet, untrayeied way that leads
TO an unVisited canoe wharf. Nobody
cares to go there any more; like the little
girls broken ''teaset blue and playhouse
toa,'' it is OF the things of the long ego;
vet a watchful gIolp of stalks with the
stature or human beings and with oval faces
OF quaint wan ossom-clusters waiting by
the side OF this unpopular road, appear TO
grow very singular in their motionless
expectant attitude as twilight comes.
To the right is a broad, sloping green
lawn, on which lie PROSTATE the long, black
images OF the very high white" beeches
beyond. There is sunset geld in the deep
shrubbery which begins atUhe foot of the
piazza steps and in the tops OF weeping
spruces In the distance are dark emerald
Islands, with that restless, stealthy level
called "Frenchman's Bay''-a sapphire level
which changes to amaranth as the sun
sinks low.
Itis only now that the earth grows gentle
and tender as ii watches the day leave it,
Generally there is a sharp, fierce glitter
over the face Of the land-a landscape
which is ike a woman-face unshad adowed by
q cross, unsoftened by faith, unglorified 10y
Pronunciation. To its granite breast the
deep breathing sea moves forward with
whispers, but sweeps back signing. About
the feminine brow are the tresses OF
feathery larch and fir, with jewel-sleams
OF birches, pearl, ruby and topaz-yellow;
and there is al effect from azure mountain
vistas like that frosl cold blue eyes. But
the cold blue gaze softcns at evening to q
pensiye violet; cliffs family flush, valleys
darken meditatyely, instruments OF melody
unfamiliar to visible fingers are touched,
and the witch hazels rustic softly in the
mysterious atmosphere with the GeliCacy
Of Chopin music.
The dust returns to earth as it WIS, and
the rest unto God who gave it. Universal
spirit lives everywhere, IN the muTmuTS
Of tie trees, in the love expressed in the
warm tintS OF tile sunset. May not some
thing else live withit, blending with Omni-
presence-in this clinging ivy? Is their life
wholly sp.ritaaI2 May they not have an
other-w world skill and dcftncSs in dealing
with material" =" when some fading crimson
streak is dimmesU in the western sky, in
re-combining their former dust and vapCr
momentarily il tie dusky uncertainty
into likeness Of their former self? Do they
never greet our senses with Cne loving
gnmpse-Unly our reason?
Ny memory is busy with Mendelssohn's
exquisite
sAn seems dead when she's away,
Leaf and blossom faded
-and with a symphony INTERVIEWING with
this, as in Bach's fugues two airs in
terminGle. This symphony interwove
itself into the world more recently than the
hazel trees, and l run over its sentimental
There. little girl. don't cry,
They have broken your slate, know;
And tie glad wild ways OF your schoolgirl
days,
Are thin. = OF the long ago:
But life anu love will soon come by"
here "reminiscences Of Mr.. RiIey's poem
and MendeiSsohn abruptly desert me. I
unconscious only ofinky shades and gluoms
skulking in the abysses OF Thunder Noun
tain, gorges filling with umbras, night
blooming flower near awakening with a
careSsiug. Wild. Indefinite fragrance, and
In the long empty avenues diminishing
perspective two figures coming silently
into view. One is a girl in pink dancing
dress, with the precision and charm of
some beautiful grace of sculpture ;the other
a man in cloudy gray. over thescre Leaves
which the late summer gales have scattered
upon the gravel they go-without an au-
dihle football The elegant caves of the
castanea are whisperless above them-the
warm green leaves of Salvador Rosa S IA
Torite trees: perhaps the spirit OF the wicked
old master Of the uDcannily picturesque in
landscape painting is among their ma Ssive
ovate trunks, conjuring up one of his
haunted scenes. Here and there in the
foliage archesare broad. clear spaces, which
the red flare Of the vermilion disk loiter-
ing among the purple SUBMITS, fills with
ruddy effulgence. Life and Love" are
passing by. And the waiting groups OF
tan stalks seem to have had their pallid
faces startled into phantom briiliancy.
/ look for the two gaunt late-after-
noon eclipses whose lensthening shapes
should be gliding at the side of the stroll
ing couple lurking among the hydrangeas,
syringa bushes and snowdrops that skirt
the border. None are there; yet the girls
bright, brown hair, straight, Greek brow,
gay, careless smile and moulded chin, are
all as certain in space as chiseled marble;
SO clear cut as to stand out from her vague
companion like a head suspended in air.
Why does she cast no shadow?
twas she who sang for ne MendelSSohn,
and, on that last forenoon, that about
childish troubles will soon pass by" then
came the twilight hop here, and then-the
sunrise! When a snowflake melts into
invisibility, it is still somewhere. with a
capacity for rejoicing the world again?
] glance at the rocks where the canoe was
found bCtUomside up III the early morning
afterward. They are peaceful, sleepy, dingy
brown reefs. commonplace. with hardly
a speck Of foam, bat out of their mutterins
j seem 10 distinguish what sounds like
have broken your heart, / know and
some guTgling Jingle concerning fairy
CLEANS youthful dreams-things OF the
long ago" Was that grand-piano keep
ing accompaniment or revcrberatlons from
tllis hollow, shut-up house? an echo
which started three years back and whose
sound-wayes are moving somewhere on
into eternal space-to be 0vertaken by our
souls hereafter?
IL is only en- instant that ! listen to the
Gibbering ofther rocks, and watch the brown
sea-weed rising and sprawling; the weed
feedsoH drowned observation-disclosures gen
orally. When look back the ghost walk is
Tacant. They have gone-these two mere
hgures OF mist, with a rainbow's scarlet
one-this illusion of sundown, vapor, re-
fraction, and that arch-sculptor. Memory.
Or fine hour nj f1laaa form, pbxt,,