Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1907-07-13
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| pei anu variety Of living beings that
| most people object To-
Oh, nothing could induce me tc
go camping" said a dainty society
| dame IN our ;oWn, whose special mode
OF living rs npt IN being uontent with
| small means, ana the country. but tha,
which stands for late suppers and
cards and whose very 9allor ana darl;
hinged eyes bespe0k the need OF long
quiet nights in the CANYON. upon +,
bed of pine boughs.
Nothing could induce me 10 20
| camping IN the canyon--think OF the
oGious bugs and things
oulous bugs and things! and Thomas
~ kempls says; III indeed thy
hearl Were right then would overy
aIr ~ pg TO thee as mirror u life
ana book OF holy doctrine"
The hours when the mind is alb
sotped III beauty are the ONLY bours
When we really live. These are The
only hours that are not wasted THE
hours spent with nature" Therein
some of us. not all.
another danny child of society don
lea her white linen garb and started
loI brighton. What for? VIII, fo,.
nothlng at all. She fretted and fnssed
aud ruined the whole length or III,
GLORIOUS Big Cottonwood canyon She
-, " ~ go rock or hover Blind
we're hef pretty blue eyes-and v,hat
a pity! The restful roar ana p,,reIe ~
t n canyon stream fell on deaf pnrs
pl'nd' yet she could look ahead a liz
tie ana Soho. not tho nlmv .vhits
eLouds noatins in the deep blue ove1
me mountain possible card parties
dfess-ups and things
i shall go back to town ,e,,.. e.,,,, D,
siS told her devoted mamma "if
there are really no interesting nooni.
ney' J'"'-
Tlresome Journey And we al homo
ail summer. longing for It In our very
Nouls. on. the JOY of 1.-THE Jolt ths
creak. the wrench, the slow DulI tbe
rest the occasional shove tt bm9
drenehes us 10 the skin ana i'm which
we delight. All this In the canyon W..
WIsh would never end. while IN no
same time We look forward To tho
mixes and how>rs-~but 10 finish orr
story. our dainty belle Of the inrnoc,,.
~ hhen returned in few days,
tlred to death OF such duh and sf,I-
pid place" Her "Trip was an utter fail.
ure, i"''-
Did you tramp to the lakes. and
different peaks2" asked an enthusiast
not L. don't pose as prospec
LET US rejoice we are no more than
pf0spectors
Then what was the trouble p"
There was simply no life there. |
that was all"
No life there, And the richness OF |
ne ~ marvellous az Brighton. no |
mink OF the flowers up there after the |
ioHg deep SHOWS Is joy ana rest to us |
az nome, In tho valley below. on the
not street, In our Kitchens bent over
IN" Jelly making; and thry flash up-
ON that Inward eye which is the bliss
VI solitude"
SO while We may not go to tie
mountains, we may bring the noun
,aIn 70 us as one OF old and royel
W our inner vision, In stream. flower.
pine tree ana snowdnft We may ait
N our Vetand.ts in the evening and
almost SOC the riyulet rushing down
ne creyices rom the melting OF the
asst SHOWS ana rejoice that our home
les In the heart Of the mountains.
Ruskln gives US a beautiful bit
about Movers, 10 enjoy while we work
Il home In the city; 10 help US while
We grow restless 10 gnther the lovely
,npwF columbinc. purple aston and In
Ian paintbrlsh AZ Brighton.
Flowers seem Intended for tho So
ace Of ordinary humanity. Children
owe them quiet, tender, cOntented.
people love them as they
-row. They are the coftagor's troas-
re; and In the crowded town. mark.
s with llt.le broken fragment of
ainbow, the windows Of ths WORKERS
n whose heart rests the covenant OF
'eacc."
Whate'er the senses take or may
refuse,
he minds intarnal heaven shall shed
her dows
or Inspiration on the humhlast lay"
LADY BABBIE,