The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1897-11-18

Art in accord with nature, -reverentI
before the aspects Of fields, forest and
roadway,-finds, even although it may
yet be far and away from taking rank
with the hand unseen, it gains to itself
a productive power not otherwise OBJ
tainable.
Why should the artist study human
models only? Why not be one of ma
lures pupils who has for her producer
the highest-the one Creator? The out
of-doors studio was never more beauti-
full with its freest Of offerings to obser-
walton than in the present year, safely
may it be said Superb has been the
autumn sunlight Fair unto perfect |
ness have eyes beheld the skies that
| looked benignly down upon the earth
beneath-the good old earth, still over
spread with greenest sward beyond the
dry and dusty highways
City splendors; classical friendly, |
elm Thoughts, have surely attracted dur
ing the sunlighted days so recently de-
parted Rural roads have stretched
their interminable lengths with win
ming invitation,-out with the great
heart Of nature, many tired spirits have
found peace with self, and freedom
from the fret and care of necessary
taking thought for this so fleet mortal
existence
What calm broods over one When
left alone with nature! Her speech,
| though silent, is strong Her word of
| love to the appreciative heart is I'M
foil Tho oli ord
of them tremulous, some of them frol-
| icsome still, upon the trees, in late Oc-
tober, seem like the witchery of humor
and pathos in the blending. They lure
smile to human lips. Their tender
whisperings receive response from
minds touched secretly by parting
thoughts. Rock, hill and stream-the
placid lake-unite In rhythmical strains
not heard, but music-toned to quick
ened sight that greets with inward
sense as acute as that which acknowl-
edges the harmonies prepared for the
delicacy Of the ear. Flowers OF the
forest have lain them down to sleep"
guarded by the kindly mother of them
all. Who of us shall be present at their
next awakening? Wrap their couches
warmly! Watch their places securely.
! o earth, that must at last make room
for us all to lie as in rest of body while
the spirit goes soaring EDWARDS! Shell
ter the flowers for us, while we erst re-
main; the song-birds have flown from
chilling winds. Who, who shall protect
them if humankind betray the trust?
Even into the country-sides the shame
of human-womankind, has reached.
Still are the songsters slain for vain
adornment. Still man pursues the
airy creatures for this vanity of vani-
ties He enriches his purse from the
spoils.
/ God looks upon the terrible work Of
man. The Father Of Spirits does not
acquaint us with words) as to His
thought Of womanklnd, in this passion
for following cruel custom. But, does
woman think Of the Father whose Gre
alton owns it's inherent sacredness?
Does her heart feel security in prayer,
serenity in so-called praise Of God
while she upholds to heavenly sight the
spectacle of murdered innocence-her
head the pedestal of woe! Will she
wait for law-the common world-law-
to pass sentence upon murderer and
wearer of our birds? To glance in at
the millinery windows one would vouch
for this. Such law has been passed in
another state than our own Connecti-
cut. Could we but write the law Cum
forced within our hearts! Then it
should be handed down in love to our
kind as years of light increase.
Who that has read Thoreau and EN-
erson, Burroughs and Higginson, hav-
ing walked, as it were, with them
through the depths of the forests, and
seen through their eyes the haunts of
gay and tuneful birds, could go again
for the purpose of murder? What wo-
man or girl could deck her hat or bon
net with precious bird or beautifully
painted wing?
Who that has learned through the
novels Of the author Gable ESQ at one
with natureD and associated with the
essayists of our time in their admira-
ton of the beauty, the songs, OF vari-
Gus birds once Astounding, could desire
; to destroy or wear any of the same?
There sometime seems a ruthlessness In
plucking wildwood blossoms from their
parent stem for the sake Of passing
, pleasure. But the atmosphere is
robbed of very life when feathered
WlH6S IIuoL NCuSC " liipckt SiA1Ai o. ~
, through human wantonness. Instinct
with air and light, the bird-form scars
upward-man making it descend, who
forgets his higher power, to himself as.
cend in thought, in spirit. Woman au
, thorizes by her willingness to his deed
+ November portends a season of seclu
sion for nature as we have known ane
, enjoyed her in the warm, the mellow
, days. But the work of production has
no respite. Repose is natures sigma
strength.
d, 1t is November From the height:
, one last grand picture has been wit
messed. 1t was as though the sunset
+ ting of bright, a heart-full day
The tree-tops bore the crimson hues
: changing now to russet-brown. Softes
Of coloring widespread the oak-tree
in their hardy holding of the rustlins