The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-10-22


.'Wnl people ever get through fixing
their houses and allowing a man to come In
and rest after his hard days work on the
Bay? was the question overheard be
tween young husband and wife one day
last week. Poor man, no wonder he
thinks this house cleaning an endless JOB
The whole world is at it-nothing going on
but scrub. scrub scrub from morning I'M
Ill night. at hone. Down street there is
a daily matinee at the Cotton Exchange.
F'roIcklng seems entirely sidetracked one
never hears of a card party. 1t is too
warm for germans. Summer is the most
persistent season we have in this part of
the world. The very idea of the thermom-
eter climbing way up into the eighties, and
then adding insult to injury by not Civ
ing us a drop of rain to lay the dust,
which, by the way, is like the poor,
always with us Wedding bells will
soon be ringing. golden bells" Already
the shop windows are filing up with
gauzy fixlngs Of all kinds, suitable only
for brides and their attendants. The new
engagements are the topics Of the day.
One scarcely hears of anything else than
trousseaus and all other mysteries con-
nected with weddings. Even the success
of our nations beautiful white winged
Columbia" comes in for only a secondary
consideration chat is among the gentler
portion of society. John Bull will have to
give up trying to defeat his Yankee rela-
tives. America to the front every time.
fs.I,r
bia" Mrs Iselin) Is the mascotte? If so
we are indeed fortunate in being able 70
claim her for our country woman. Our
British cousins have at least had fine
opportunity 10 see the lovely Views on the
Hudson and the country adjacent to New
York. The glorious foliage which comes
only in the autumn is a fitting back
ground for the silvery water as 1t flows in
its mighty volume to the sea.
"October's brush.
The scene has colored; not with those
broad hues,
Mixed In his later palate by the frost.
And dashed upon the picture till the eye
Aches with the varied splendor. but in
tents.
Left by light scattered touches over
There is blending of cloud. haze and
A silvery sheet with spaces of soft hue;
A trembling ven of gauze is stretched
The shadowy hieldes and dark forest
TANKS;
a soothing quiet broods upon the air,
And the faint sunshine winks with drows-
ing,
Far sounds melt mellow on the ear; the
bark
The bleat-the -whistle-blast of
horn
The rattle Of the wagon wheel-the low
The fowler's shot-the twitter of the bird,
And cen the hue of converse from the
The grass, with its low insect tones, APP
pears
AS murmuring in its sleep. This butterfly
Seems as If 10th to stir, so lazily
It futters by. In itful starts and stops
The locust sings. The grasshopper breaks
In brief harsh strains; amidst it's pausng
chirps.
The beetle gllstening in it's sable mail,
Slow climbs the clover tops, ana cen the
ant
Darts round less eagerly.
What difference marks
The scene of yester noontide Then the
Showed such rich, tender blue. it seemed
as If
'Twould melt before the sight The gilt
tering clouds
Floated above, the trees danced glad be-
low
To the fresh wind. The sunshine flashed
on streams,
Sparkled on leaves, and laughed on fields
and woods.
All, all was life and motion, as all now
Is sleep and quiet. Nature in her change
Varies each day, as in the world of man
She moulds the differing features Yea
each leaf
Is variant from its fellow Yet her works
Are blended in a glorious harmony,
For, thus God made His earth. per-
chance His breath.
Was music when He spoke It into life,
Adding thereby another instrument
To the innumerable choral orbs.
Sending the tribute of their grateful praise
In ceaseless anthems toward His sacred
throne"