Gloucester County Democrat., 1904-11-24

In riot of splendid color.
Through tempest of wind and sun,
The little dead leaves will wisper
Their tales OF q time long done"
It matters little how one betakes him
self to the wilderness, so that he gets there
in fitting mood to enjoy its great hospital
ity. II bruised and battered guest, so
much the more need of the profound peace
and restfulness of the woods If one is
piqued at the silence of reception in the
wilderness, let him consider how precious
it is, withal- 1t will grow upon him from
day, until he may come to think that these
very solitudes have been waiting thous-
and wears for his coming 1t is not to go
apart from ourselves, but to recover a more
intense self-consciousness, to get away for
a time from the ceaseless jar and uproar Of
life, that we need this seclusion. ] have
read that the beginning of Gothic Architec-
ture came from the mind of some artist who
saw the beauty of the interlacing branches
Of the trees over his head in the forest: but
where do our architects get their inspira-
tlOn for the fantastic capers they cut in
wood 1t might be well to put new pad
lock on the tomb of Cicero before any fur
ther limitations of the villa at Tusculum
are perpetrated. The savage leaves behind
him some show Of broken pottery, or at
least, here and there an arrow head Of flint,
but we do not build well enough to secure
any respectable ruins. That antiquities
besides debts, are we likely to bequeath to
posterity Tree-murder has cultivated,
let us hope, since time has been busy swing
ing his scythe close upon the heels of the
culprits 1t is not so much a question
whether the coming mani will be wine
bibber, as whether the wilderness and the
solitary places shall be glad of him. Will
he plant trees Will he train rivulets into
stone fountains by dusty road-sides
Will he refuse to cut down trees because
they are old, just as he would refrain from
cutting a mans leg off because he happened
venerable? Will he recognize the great
truth that the earth is the garden of the
Lord, and that he is sent forth to dress it,
and make it, if possible, still more beautiful?
If he will not, by all that is good, let a
message be sent to the coming MANI not
to come But if the profoundest truth has
not yet been touched, suppose, oh philos-
pher Of many books and many doubts, that
you let your grapnel into the depts for it
Only be sure that your line is long enough,
and that you bring no more rubbish to the
than most of us will master, and we STUN
BILE over it in the fields and forest like
luckless treasure-hunters; when ringing
blow upon the dull rocks would reveal fila
ments Of gold, or the glancing light of cvys-
tails. There are some truths, also, whose
insufferable lights we cannot bear. They
must be shadowed off like half tints at set
of sun. In the meantime we have eaten
our Thanksgiving turkey in peace and
thanked whatever Gods there be'' that
Thanksgiving turkeys were possibilities.
The box-lunch social, given by the Ep-
worth League at the home of L. R. Wilk-
ms, on last Friday night-was a success.
The girs looked their prettiest, which is
saying great deal, and the boys were out
in full force. Some of them found the
luncheon in ore box SO good that they
bought the second box. The League lealized
a nice little sum, which will go to the new
church fund
The Rev. Willis Reeves, of Bridgeton,
was the guest last week of the Rev Isaac
L. kFowler He wishes the assistance of
Mr.. Fowler and the Rev George s. John
son at the special meetings which he is
holding.
Mrs Rebecca Gleason is spending week
with Mrs. Mary Southland, of Camden, n. j
Miss Hettie Budd. of Clayton, is visiting
her sister, Mrs. J. Walter DeHart.
Mr.. James Carter has bought the home
stead farm of Mr.. Henry Rambo, now ol
Moorestown. Mr.. Carter has already lived
ten years on this farm.
Mr. J. Walter DeHart having been alb.
sent from Thorofare two years has, on his
return, begun at once to make improve
ments. and is painting his house