The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-12-17

l ty of the trees. the sky. the sea. the blue and purple tints in which distance | clothes yon mountains as with royal robe? The animal Kingdom, too. with
 its great variety of motion. the cattle {, and sheep browsing in the meadow,
 the horses neighing on the far-stretch- l ing slope of the hill. the squirrel frisk- l ing along the top of the wall, and | seeking cover under the fronds of the Virginia creeper; the singing of the ! birds fh the trees. the lazy. circling | flight of the buzzard. high in the amethystine sky? Then. the colors-- the tall trees that in this winter sea- son stand like pillars of fire amid the
 sombre green of the pine woods; the bronzes that the leaves take on See. far down among the dank ferns and
 mosses. the stream gurgling It's way over the tin-surfaced stones. or the water fall, ieaping outward from It's lofty shelf and falling with thundrous
 cadence into the deep pool below!
 And at night! Look upward. and
 behold what a panorama is spread
 across the sky! See the consultations
 in their stately march; the Great Bear.
 swinging in majestic circle around the
 pole. the Dragon curling its sinuous
 length about the North Star. the Swan
 with pfnions wide extended and neck
 stretched far In front, the Eagle flying
 on shorter wing. the great square of
 There Is Mars, the fiery planet. hasten
 ing to catch the s,sw-footed Saturn,
 and in the east is Jupiter, a blazing
 planet keeping steady watch now these
 six months past over Pieiades and Hyades, stationed midway between. Most brilliant of all are these constel- lations In the east: Orion, the Big Dog. the Little Dog, the Twins and the Charioteer all arrayed as if upon dress parade. a wonderful spectaclei That misty swarm of little diamonds in the sky is the Hair of Berenice, a trophy of the ancient gods; and wonder, still
 more misty. is the Great Nebuia of An dromeda The mystery of creation Is there. We are told that it is a side- rial system in the making; that 1t is the beginning of millions of orbs not unlike our own--of a universe, in facti
 How far we have gotten from our own small globci How far from our little selves! How far from the dollar we made today and the dollar we ex- pect to make tomorrow! We are deal ing now with an infinity of space, and an infinity of time--with infinite power and infinite precedence We have got
 ton away from earth, and into associa- ton with eternity. How much there is to enjoy. how much to ponder If we do out looh dDouC us, and how eQObIfna Is the thought that this enjoyment brings to us.
 Happiness! That is what we may ind If we look for 1t. And happiness Is what we are here for. It is ilappi- ness we are all seeking in our various ways, and think that some time we shall obtain it. In our haste. however. we overrun 1t. We pass 1t by without seeing that it Is here at hand. It Ia here today. if we have the gift to stop and look for 1t. We shall never find 1t 1T we fix our eyes ever on tomorrow. 'Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero" sang old Horace. and 1t was not new song. even in his time, but 1t is new to some of us even now--not in the mistaken meaning given to the poets words. of seizing one's oppor- tunity. but in the broader one, which we have interpreted: Live today, post | poning nothing to the dim and uncer. l tain future.
 Seize upon the jewel of life when 1t Is | within reach, nor neglect 1t for some glittering gaud that bedecks that to- morrow that never comes.