The sun., 1904-08-30
Bowles's Dog Day Ditty.

BOwlesS Dog DAY OAsty.
The annual fall opening Of the Aga
wan Pastoral Poetry season was an even
happier occasion than usual. Dark
brown clouds still hover over the Philip
pine horizon. Double doses OF quinine
cannot keep the Hon SAMBo BowLEs from
shuddering at despotism, militarism,
imperialism and satrapism. The good
man went to st. Louis in July and studied
tho Igorrotes carefully and fearfully.
"We must clothe them with the fran
chise," he said tenderly. But, on the
whole, it has been less anxious sum
mer for him than was feared. Even IL
the Head Hunters are for the moment
deprived OF the poll tax and jury trial.
the consultations Of nature are not less
sweet; and the Bowlesian Bucolics are
sweeter than ever. Lying on the sward, ,
his beautiful white cosset, given by and
named ERvINa WINsLow, frolicking
about him or bleating in unison with
his lyric beats, he purls and gushes into
"The Autumnal Organ Tone" No
more OF
"Decrying the dog with dismal discomfort:
There were never before dog days such a. these
Now Il y we'll on tho very verge OF ths
Autumnal change to acknowledge the grsatuqe
We must feel for season OF almost
Preternatural ioveiiness All the green
Growths OF earth have richly borne 70 this
Day their full wealth Of chiorophyi.
The springs are persistent, 90 confederate
Have been the rains; the sun has been 20
Kind that the corn is happy and fruitful"
Not happier and not more fruitful
than Bucolic BowLEs, exuding chloro-
phyl in full buckets, garlanding his
bright head with wreaths Of that leaf
green. Even ERvINa WrNsLow, the
cosset, streaks it's white with green,
in sympathy. Pause while the organist
nibbles a pastoral sandwich, cucumbers
and lettuce, delicately spread with pale
golden mayonnaise and framed in brown
bread. A bite and line:
September will be hot. bu, stop oy step.
The fall steals on"
Now the sandwich is down and the
song comes up. With bleat on bleat and
beat on beat, cosset and poet go on, past
the glowing trees in the woodland,
past the turning of the sumaoh:"
Now the golden rods mako splendid
Fields on neds and border tbs fores,
Edges with glory. The white wood asters
Long since began the gsmut Of tone which
Now their purple and lavender sisters
Are nlllng 20 the extent Of passionate
Color. Tho gerardlas are lighting
Tho opening Of tho woods on the mountsins.-
The cosset frisks among 'the light
and delicate purple gerardias, that
now ornament dry grounds on the
hillsides' and bounds at last:
where the springs eush forth, the unparalleled
Cardinal flower delights the eye with
A color no other blossom approaches
Emphasis Is the Characteristic
OF the autumn. No longer arc the flower
Beauties modest and shrinking are
Brave and positive. Nevertheless the
And 80 on. The color, glow and
stateliness OF these lines bring to the
mind the staff Of his Excellency the
Governor of Massachusetts, at q cattle
show. Now for q deeper note. The
rhythm grows more solemn. Tho feet
seem to become legs, massive, solid.
old-carved, like the legs of the Putnam
Phalan1 Of Hartford. The poet drops
the garb of measured lines, but his prose
is not the less poetical:
Here. in the serious habtudes Of the woods all
things have q noble grace Of reucence and quiet.
ness Of the woods. Sometimes In . great church.
where through stained glass windows nliers dim
religious light there Is . slmitude to the impress
sion Of the forest. And u because II initiates and
exemplines the forest. where man borrows an
enect from Nature he gains . sympathy and sentl-
ment which fall In with this higher holiness and
nobility that belong TO the growth OF GODS own
earth. Tho tone OF cathedral IL tho tone OF au.
tumn.-vast imposing. melancholy. glorious with
fate"
Vast, imposing. melancholy, glorious,
like one Of those great anti-imperialist
meetings in Faneuil Hall, where the
audience makes up in quality for what
it lacks in quantity. But the pipes are
full again:
Ann WIEN tuo ofBeu - toucueo W IHhSteI
and deep beneath deep. hight beyond hight. the
strains Of aspiration and the gor Of the soul that
reaches unto GOD feeling itself one with Him. break
forth In chords that blend and mount and multiply
and ascend In exaltation q thousand living desires
In It's multitude Of tones-then the pine woods are
again with tho one who hears-the wood thrushes
and the tsnsgers. the song sparrows on the fence
rails the nlckers and the wren. and that
of worship the -rmit thrush voians HASDrLs
Largo"
And Buoolic BowLEs "voicing" the
woods and the cosset nuzzling against
the poets knee and weeping bitterly.
He wraps it softly in his singing-and-
rain coat. and takes the trolley to Spring
field.
The Open Cab.
None Of the numerous organizations