The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-10-22
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light tiny caskets holding unseen jew els. They await the touch of the frost to release them from their imprisonment. | The vine-clad locust the birch and | beeches, especially the beech trees with | their small clustering offerings, which | like the walnut, chestnut and hazel,
 cling lovingly to their branches till the | frost frees them from their sliver-lined | burs, where they have been tenderly
 cherished through the long bright | summer, and now must lay them like rich offerings upon the altar where
 autumn lays her treasures, beautiful l gifts to the God of the harvest
 Each tree seems to have brought its
 best to reward nature for her stead
 fast law of protection. The clear all
 and tender, smiling sun are the re-
 sponse of acceptance falling upon the
 grand old forests like answers to pray | CTS
 There is ever and forever the great
 exchange, the law of reciprocity be-
 tween the trees and the earth. What
 the tree loses the earth gains, and
 what the earth gains the trees receive
 it through their roots deeply embedded
 in the soil. How beautiful and how
 just; how tender and true nature is with all her pets, especially her trees.
 The leaves seem to put on their bright
 est dress before leaving the branches
 of the parent trees. They seem like
 young brides dressed for the altar.
 The hills of New England never look
 prettier than they do the first of Octo
 Der, when all the trees are in gala dress. The naples in the low lands
 and the oaks on the hills; the stately
 elns and birches, claiming their right F to more elevated places, dressed in car
 mine and vermillion, add glory to the
 scene while the other trees less ambi-
 tious appear sobered down to more re-
 ligious coiors, like soft amber, some times relieved by the brilliant and glossy green of hemlock and pine, while the graceful birches sway their :, silvery branches like sceptres in the
 sun.
 The dogwood and locust Haunt their leaves and tendrils as if challenging , other trees to an equal exhibition of , beauty and pride The willow and bass r wood refusing the challenge, bow meekly before their taller neighbor. s The willows weeping quietly over their fading bloom, yet appearing still more P graceful in their silent mourning, like
 young widows bending over the graves r of their lost loves.
 e There are other trees Haunting their T frost flowers In the wind. The linden e and tall poplars, each in gorgeous col = ors, while the mountain ash with it's y scarlet berries, glories in fruit too bit = ter for human taste, and offers them s only as medicine for the sick and af- V flicted classes of animal life. How l, strikingly these pictures of the forests - in autumn remind the human family of - their own vanity which death is sure ,. to disappoint and forever destroy. y Men and women are proudest and hap o piest just before they are placed be- = heath the sod When they are gayest S they may be nearest their end, So il seems
 S Coming down to the smaller varie- g ties of vegetation, the smilax and black I alder, common in all New England for s ests, the smilax creeps from shrub tc e shrub, calling kindly at every door = carrying its gay festoons of purple }, fruit; its large, shie1d-like leaves ot T glossy sea-green throw sacred ail d about those vines which seem like mer. n ry gossps carrying glad tidings from - one tree to another. The cedars anC e spruce, the dignified pyramids of horn s beam, with it's clusters of small pur' $ pie fruit, contrasting with the golden e rod and clemats, and the thickets o 5. brushWood which decorate the hills g and valleys of New England forests d All these make brilliant and pictur esque scenery dear to all lovers of na- e ture when the -fringed horizon II shuts down on the far distant noun e tain summits. The people of the soutl r. and west have their own beautiful l. country scenery and do not feel at 'e tracted to the more northern climates 't and yet they do not fail to admire th'
 northern forests in autumnal seasons ,s Those tall forests are always respon a sive to the gentle and delicate touch o er the south winds The rainbow hue O s. their foliage is frightened by the soft ,r ened glow of changing colors and lin d gering kiss of Indian summer, the tim Id when the grapevines are putting fortl r. their rich, purple fragrance and tn Iy treasures of the forest trees are ripen le ing for the harvest, and the blackber 1t ries are, offering their clusters of seed IS pearls; those black diamonds alway ce gladden. the hearts of the people is though they enjoy the summer seaso1 y most and go back with longing desir er to the springtime when the roses an l. lilies brighten the earth: when tn K simple, delicate flowers of the apple l. trees and grapevnes display only tn as germs of clustering fruit; when the tu Ly lip-trees are in full blossom and tn al magnolia-tree speaks softly of tn en south: when the pond lilies are ex IS, banding their rich, white velvet petal ed and hearts of gold, for in this seaso m they ride upon the still waters lk ut white ships at anchor in the sun. lg Childhood and youth love the spring Int time. Fut the middle-aged and tn