Norwich bulletin., 1911-08-05
THE MAN WHO TALKS

l which displeases calls it j. off. To al- :, ways smile is to become like unto a l graven image--to have a fixed, mean 1 ingless expression. The smile inter ! preted means: T enjoy it''-.1 am in 1 harmony with your expression and | feeling" It is a credit to a person to 1 have a smile that comes off in Q hurry when the time to smile has passed. 1 There are thousand and one things l in life that it would be folly to smile | over; and if we, did smile at them we 1 should be discredited and deserve to 1 be. A smile means something more l than good nature, since it signalizes or l Is supposed to. our feelings in relation ] to that about which we smile. The smile that does not come off is not to l be envied for it queers ones character; and is as undesirable as an unreliable friend. The smile that will come off is the only smile worth having.
 Every person who has been impressed that sleeping on the piazza is healthy and sensible has not found that experi- ence confirmed his first impressions upon the subject. In a quiet, open neighborhood and properly screened the piazza is inviting and has many possibilities; but in a close neighbor- hood where the cats yowl most of the night, the milkman tumb1eS up stairs before five o'clock in the morning, and the small boys of the neighborhood get out before six and yell and throw everything from rotten fruit to stones, the piazza is altogether another prop osition. Under such circumstances the health seeker cannot tell how many times he will be awakened, or whether 1t will be by cats. the milkman, the voice of the small boy. or a wildly thrown melon rind. The average piazza is not a pleasant sleeping place for in- valids unless it is thoroughly screened in and conscientiously respected by neighbors and others. In fact, a tent is much better; but even that has it's faults, unless it is a sleeping room tent which keeps the sleepers head in the open air while it serves to check the draft. Pads are not what they seem to be always
 keep pan of water out for the birds which holds gallon or two, and I have enjoyed their pleasure in using it all through the dry hot spell; the water is deep on one side and shallow on the other. and l have watched it, too. to see if they have anything that appears like a code of honor, and have concluded that they have. Various birds come to the drinking pan which sits on a shelf upon a post six feet from the ground, and they sit on the edge and sip the water and like to loiter there: but not one of them has ever thought of taking bath in it. In cherry time I found cherry stones in it, where they had dropped them while eating on the rim; and l see other evidences of lunch remnants ac cldently dropped into the water when the pan is taken down and cleaned; but no bird ventures in any way to pollute it any more than human be- ings would pollute a spring. l have thought l have seen robins guarding it; and one young robin liked to loiter on the shelf beside the pan where thought he caught a few insects. It IS something the birds thoroughly enjoy every season; and I must confess I also share in the pleasure they find in 1t. The wild flowers on cultivated ground become the victim of the hoe as well as the wind-sow or dropped squatters: but as I have a kindly feeling for some of them they are permitted to finger in peace. I was surprised the
 other day to discover a thrifty orchid
 hugging the south side of the north
 fence in full bloom of a pretty blush
 color striped on the white lip deeper
 red; and it seemed to me to be as
 worthy of respect and mercy as the
 Violets aine Cranes bill, the HouStonias
 and other little wild things which ind
 favor with me; and the bees appear to
 enjoy them as much as the goldfincheS
 do the seed pods of the bachelors but tons. And the squatters are the holly
 hooks, poppieS sunfowerS, coreopsis
 and other stragglers which lend Dit
 of color and beauty to the garden when
 it would otherwise be bare; and which
 we spare when we are hoeing because
 we know that they occupy but little
 room and are gone when the cultivated
 flowers in special favor come to their
 full glory and attract all the attention;
 and these sQuatters are not incapable of teaching a close observer lew les
 sons every season.
 a~
 always feel interested in the Milky
 Way on August nights when it crosses
 the sky from the northeast to the
 southwest and appears to be nearer
 than at any other season. It looks
 more like golden mist to mortal eyes
 than like a great white way of blazing
 suns and numberless worlds. The as
 tronomers admit their inability to
 count them with the most powerful in
 struments, but of late they have been
 estimated as numbering full two
 million suns and worlds, if you can begin to comprehend what that means.
 And how these distant twinklfng stars
 have moved the hearts and imagina-
 ton of men, No wonder Bryon wrote:
 'FYe stars, that are the poetry of h4aveni' or that Dryden refers to them, as The gems of Heaven that gid
 nights sable throne;" or Bailey ex-
 claimed: What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the
 skiesi" or that Ruskin uttered these words: 70 powers illimitablel it is ] but the outer hem of Gods great man tie. our poor stars do gem" or Willis,
 this: There they stand, the innum-
 erable stars, shining in order like living hymn" And yet how few take any interest in the visible glory of Gods works
 l notice that Harris's butterfly, Crap
 ta comma, which places it's eggs usual Iy upon elm likes to rest on the broad leaves of the grapevine on a warm