Norwich bulletin., 1911-10-28
THE FADING SEASON.

Editor of Social Corner and sisttsrs:.
 Nature seems to appeal to me stromg-
 CT than anything else I can write up-
 on. We all know every season has
 it's sources of enjoyment-the sum
 mer IS always so attractive to the
 lovers of nature that we feel sad when
 the parting comes. When King Frost
 SWayS his Sceptre, and bligntS the
 foliage and flowers that beautify the
 earth: and old Boreas with his cold
 and snow whistles around the corners
 of our house. and means through the
 forest pines. We have learned to ap-
 preciate the things of summer. the
 growing and blooming and fruiting
 plants, and shrubs and trees, and the
 chirp and song of the insects and birds
 and squirrels that have become as
 friends during the pleasant months of
 our association.
 Some of the plants and Nees will
 hold their green foliage or showy fruit
 through the greater part of winter;
 some birds will stay with us, all giv-
 ing cheer and attractiveness during
 King Winters reign.
 We can have some flowers, too, in
 our windows or conservatory, for ma ture has provided plants that will bloom even under adverse conditions: but with all these we cannot repel the feeling of sadness that comes upon us when We realize that the rich beauty and sweetness of another summer sea- son las passed. never to return. Soon we shall find ourselves anticia pating the coming of spring, with ita new life and joy and experiences. Thus dear sisters. our life passe5 quickly passes away We must i'm prove the moments as they come, and gain our happiness, day by day. 11K no way can we do this better than in constant effort to tighten the burdens of others, and make them happy In that way our own happiness IS as
 
 As I sleep with my window open to admit the pure. fresh air, the voices of the night are always distinctly heard Sometimes the owl calls forth from his perch in the old tree nearby, sometimes the peculiar squawk Of Q, pair Of water birds falls upon my cal; other things are heard from time to time and always the roar of the Wa terfaH is like a. bagpips accompanl- ulent to these sounds.
 But I want to tell you that during the recent chilly nights strange sound came to my ear during my walk ing flours-a sound that made me feel sad every time I awakened What was it? simply the low, plaintivs twitter of the little song sparrows that nave nestled near here and made life cheerful every morning, and day and evening. Why. oh why, do they call thus sadly to one another as the days shorten, and the air grows cold? :? l Is it not because they know that they must soon leave us: and are loath to part? Do these little birds not love their home and friends at the north. 1 that they sing so plaintively and softly 1 their farewell songs throughout the silent night? Do they not feel that 1 the long way to the south, the dan l gers tleere and the return may be more than they will endure.
 An. dear sisters, even the hlrds nave ] feelings of sorrow at parting. and l those feelings are awakened in us, i who have learned to appreciate them ] as friends
 Should we therefore, not show our ] kindness in protecting them, in iced 1 ing them, and helping them when they need assistance?
 1 If birds care for each other and 1 their friepds as 70 feel and express 1 their grief st parting, should not we l who are endowed with reason, so care l for ,ach other that tine spirit Of kind 1 ness and love will rula in our hearts 1 Why can't Leonard Bridge have an ] entertainment2 There is surely enough 1 talent. Wonder if any of us live very near each other. ! live quite a dis 1 ,ance from the postofice-now, where l do the other sisters of Leonard Bridge l i've? Perhaps I might visit in the auto. if not too far. Greetings to all 1 Sisters of the Social Corner. I eonard Fridge