New Iberia enterprise. (New Iberia, La.) 1885-1902, 1900-06-16

ward march of Time. Spring, beautiful a.
is the sovereign, and peaceful as has beer
her reign, must now give way to summer
So gradual is the change, so completely
and so fully has Spring done her work
that Summer assumes the sceptre without
jar or disco1d. Quiet busy Summer. How
her time is filled to overfowing! What a
task is hers, fulfilling the golden promises
Spring has made ! And how unselfish she
is, for she knows that the fruit of her labor
must be for another reaper. No guerdon
she is to get for her exertion no reward for
hert toll. She is even denied the pomp and
heraldry of Spring-denied the cheering
influence of birds and flowers, for under
her fierce ardor and torrid smile, she is
lett with no encouragement save that of
seeing the future bloom, and glow with
| the continued increased promise of plenty
the hope, the joy, the inspiration that her
place in nature is the important one, when
the busy preparation for life is at its
height. How diligently her nimble fingers
are employed, how at her touch every part
OF her broad domain teens with life !! Yet
before the fruition of these abundant hopes
and golden promises, on the field and plain
the wind begins to whistle, and the birds
begin calling their focks together, and
silently fly southwark. Autumn. brown
and scar, older and more pOmpous than
Summer, hastens to ascend the throne.
HIS approach is heralded by hazy skies
that veil the glowing sun. What change
has passed upon the face of nature Jack
Frost, one Of the highest and most valued
mobiles of Autumn's court, plies his mystic
art all night long. AS the eye wonders
over the varied landscape what gorgeous
ness, and what pOmp of color burst upon
the ravished sight 'Tis true that summer
joys are over, yet nature has given US a
more beautiful book to read. Autumn's
inheritance is ripening fruit waving grain,
and golden, hazy air. The forest looks as
tho Father Time, with a lavish hand, had
sprinkled it from an inexhaustiblc fount ain
OF frichest dyes. There are warmest scarlets
and crimsons, royal purples, subdued
browns, and glorious yellows, all arranged
so artistically that they blend, forming
one perfect whole. Autumn's reign has
been short, but glorious, and he must now
retire, for cold, clustering Winter, made
Grabbed perhaps by age, rudely pushes
him aside. Now the winds are piercing
and cold, the woods are bare, and the only
thing that brightens the face of nature is
the sun, the ever faithful and constant
sun. Instead of the graceful vine clinging
in beauty round the knotty oak, the crystal
icicle holds it in its cold embrace. The
voice of the gurgling, babbling brook is
hushed the joyous notes of birds are heard
no more where the cool, placid lake
natures mirror was wont to lie, catching
and rejecting the golden sunbeams that |
played on its glossy bosom, now rings the
skaters steel instead of the soft, murmur-
ing breezes that glided over its surface,
natures secrets, the angry
roar OF the wind is heard, lashing the long,
slender willow boughs, that but few
months ago shyly leaned over the banks
20 catch glimpse of their beautiful forms.
But now they are stripped of their tender,
5een foliage, and stand like stern sentinels
guarding their crystal treasure.
Yet with all this, there is "a still, wild
music abroad which cheers and comforts
IS when we have once grown familiar
With its cadence.
Surely none will dispute that the best,
he truest development of the mind, heart,
md soul comes for the contemplation of
he beautiful in nature, which is but Gods
book, showing us His love, guidance and
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