The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1912-11-17
Voice of the People
An October Ode In Or

An October Ode In Orange and Scarlet.
To the Editor of The Ttmes-Disp&tch:
Sir,-To attempt an essay on May
or June or October or bowling winter
is difficult My pen pals at any at
tempt for descriptive adjectivos sug-
Eesttve Of the seasons and 10 ~ futile
as the painters brush in portraying
tho gorgeOusness Of sunset the
grandeur of storms or the glory Of
sunrise. Yet as this 10 the adventur-
Gus and iconoclastic age. an effort Is
here made to make q word picture OF
las. Sundays sunset The morning OF
that day was an unusually typical
beautiful one seen In this regal month
OF October. After q long ride on
horseback in the afternoon in thickly
wooded road, this solitary horsemAn.
suddenly emerging from dense forest
and bracken, found himself face TO
face with Tho Eye of Heaven" sink
ing to sleep on his occidental couch
Let fancy picture the fresh. crisp at
mosphere. tho deep sapphire OF q
cloudless sky. The gorgeous and bril-
liant coloring Of forest and vale.
tipped red, yellow, purple and violet
by the hrst touches OF the frost king;
SO. too, the dying underground ana
grasses. scattered like Q huge bouquet
broadcast On the ground. with the
shadowy Slints OF light dtckering fan
tasticaly and playing at hide ana
seek" amidst the leaves and branches,
casting shadows tall and glum OF the
staiwart tree trunks across the road
Not q sound save the rustiing OF the
leaves. or the whir OF q partridge, or
the sweet good night refrain OF some
birdland sonSster, or the hoarse cav,
cav, Of the ubiquitous crow. broke
natures repose. Such sweet. delicious
silence, made fresh By the gurgling
song OF the Srooklet In Its unceasinS
murmur a. II merr1ly ran over pebble.
root marsh or fel!ow. With such an
environment instinctivsly caused
nemory's wand to recall Tennyson's
Brook that goes on forever. and
the marvellous handiwork OF nature.
So with q touch OF the divine afflatus
the minds eye In some degree absorb
ed and drank In an inspiration which
this pen cannot depict or scarcely out
line but here goes the outline thar
IL would SO love to I'll warp ana wooi
with color ard glow, - well as
shadow-makins. q setting worthy OF
the gems. Upon emerging from this
woodland road. instinctively refining
his steed TO stand. and with uncov-
cred heal the solitary horseman sat
silently on his steed- wondering as he
never dreamed before, and tn;enfiy
eazed upon TIRE superb grandeur OF
the panorama before him. for In the
FAR purpied West there was q sea OF
azure blue. with promontories OF
white. biIIowy clouds. estuarfes. lakes
and rivers. cssteiIascd towers more
t.au,ifuJ than those on the Rhunio
Rhine. far erander than windsor. the
EremiIn. 81. Sophia 81 Peters or the
wonderful beauty ~ those Norman
structures. Westminster. Battle Abbey
or News,eaa. st!ii proud ard as re-
Icntless In solemn dignity ~ the oil
harons IN Seudsl days Even IN these
outlines and deIinestion Of cloud and
skv and dying Daylight one picture
Of iris panorama was not unlike the
Ray % Naples. with ffs burning.
smoking fiery beacon Hight vesuvfuS
sn.erm'nasle chains % Iskes and sns
lets unrciicd themselves Hike the great
scroll 90 universal creation. Here sHd
there ussie dr.s,s - floating white
eicudic.s. like the rich srGosses OF
primitive says. when sails IKE white
doves covered the seas Instead ~ huge
voIr-ne. Of black. curi'ng smoke from
ere tunnels ~ monster cpussers WIN
their rrsr-l .v.saces 81 war. All these
shapes arose IN SsrcseS portrayal
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