Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-06-21
Influence of the Country.

In the city every season seems alike
to me, for steam heat has made win
ter and summer kin, and the low
necked dress worn in the social swim
is about like any other bathing suit.
When the weather changes, the so
ciety folks just throw off their listers
and promenade in their underclothes.
So getting up in the summer is like
going to bed in the winter time. and
that's why the Bible says that the
evening and the morning were the
first day. Besides, it isn't possible to
start world on the second day.
Everything begins in the beginning
except the afternoon, and the Fourth
of July which starts in the night be-
fore, and summer in Piatteville which
never will begin until someone hits
the town with hot air in his bicycle
tire or his chest protector.
But in the country one finds anoth
er world. There the seasons come
and 90, the birds nest, the flowers
bloom, the dews gather on the grass
and glitter like Jewels in the garden.
the waters are alive with matchless
creatures that need no song for their
every movement is music set to mo-
ton, and in this myriad ma
ture the heart held captive in mart
and court and crowded hall, thrilled
with its environment, with the sym
phony of the birds, the pla!ntive mu-
sic OF the waters that lap the shore.
the laughter of barefoot children, aud
| 10 let MT 10 of ho har IL ,t1r -
forth into new life like some truant
flower blooming in the garden of the
gods. And who that listens unto the
bee that is busy with muff1ed song
and petaled sweetness amid the fresh
foliage of the fields. though her life is
but for few DAYS, Will not the more
eagerly grid on his own armor, and.
with new purpose and high resolve,
90 forth to bivouack or battle till his
Summons comes?
Genius and insanity are the nearest
neighbors under the self-same roof,
removed from each other only by the
thinnest partition, and on gloomy
| days one can almost hear the demons
growing on the other side. But
devils never dig in the earth None
ever planted a rosebush or watered a
| lilac. or pitched tent upon the beach.
They are born IN garrets, inhabit how
els, and are fond of filth but love not
Mother Earth who alone can give them
back the grounded current TO light
their dismal bat-hOuse and make it vet
again the fitting habitation OF a soul.
Fools live in the clouds and build
castles in the air which they rent 10
heroes and heroines that 70 kiting
in the summer time, but wisdom walks
the earth, talks with birds and beasts,
hears the cricket on the hearth gar
ners the fruit OF trees, drinks from the
| flowing spring. scents the perfume OF
the flowers, and dwells continually in
the aroma of the woods and yerdant
! fields. The squirrel hastens and hest
tates in turn before your feet, and
then making a nimb.e spiral climb
with rest at every round. leaps from
limb to limb of the venerable fathers
of the forest; and is free Uncaged
songsters welcome you everywhere
with riot0us music, each in a solo
speciality that seems the Star-Spangled
Banner for birds, the horse clothed in
power neighs his eager greeting as he
challenges all corners in the race you
are inspired by freedoms guests on
every hand and You know that the
task master is for other lands than
ours. For You have barred your soul
to nature and God has touched it
with an enduring Joy