Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-11-23
Joy in Finding the Beauties Of the World in Which We DWelFol
lowing Country Road Among Trees Rocks and Late Flowers
Along Little Paint Branch An Old Powder Mill.

nificent. autumn gorgeous and winter
splendid. He would like to take men !
with bald heads. gray boards and few
teeth, and ladies with silver hair, who
are always saying, TN too old, too
old for this or that: too old to dance.
too old to walk; too old to gather
spring flowers autumn leaves and
winter berries; too old to be joyous
anc rollicking and frolicking; too old
to do anything but thug a rocking
chair and a steam radiator: too old to
do anything but think ofthe days that
are irrevocably gone"--he would like
to take these people and break them
of the habit - ~ &''i's:..- -
~, 60 4 i l..tg.
The past is safely slowed away. the
present is glorious If we would but
have 1t SO. and we are still here to
enjoy it. There is just as much beauty
in the country now as there was a
hundred years ago IL: q man will. let {,
himself see it, and there is plenty of
friendship still. Spring flowers are
just as bright and dainty; summer
cherries and peaches and watermelons
are just as sweet and juicy; autumn
leaves are as radiant and winter sber-e
ries blaze; evergreens CLEAN sand
snowfiakes sparkle. Just as much like
rubies, emeralds and diamonds as when
you and I were young. But some OF
you will not have 1t so. You insist on
hanging around the house or the office
and lamenting that you could have
bought the land the White House
stands on for ftp and bit a foot,
and could have bought the site of the
Capitol and Union station for a few
pounds of tobacco per acre-and* YOU
didn't do it, Age is 9 monstrous SUI
perstition. Elderly ladies could dance
If they would, and those of eighty
years could dance more graceful
dances than the lassies Of sixteen. ;.
Every old chap the Rambler. knows,
and he numbers aqgood many in his
acquaintance, could get out and en-
joy the fields and woods and the roads
and paths thatScross them, if he would
only try to do it. Our boyhood and
girlhood friendships were the sweet
est and the dearest, but many of the '
friends of our youth are gone. They
live In our memory and the Rambler
feels that their souls are near us and
that If it were In their power o,speak =
to us, and in our power to hear them,
they would be. telling US to be cheer
full, to enjoy the beauties of the world
we dwell in still,, that there should be
no sadness in autumn or any other
season, and that~a brown. gray field,
dotted with whisps Of golden 7sedge,
waving in crisp and nfpping wind is
charming BIT Of landscape. Cold
winds do not sigh mournfully through
the pines in winter, They whistle "a
brisk and merry tune. Let us not lay
aside the pleasures of living just be-
cause we have Travelled long way on
the road Of life. Let us keep a-going
and believe that the friends Of our
youth follow us along the lanes and
woodsy paths In autumn and winter
just as blithely and cheerily as in
spring and summer s..r..aA. E
Another thing the Rambler has in
mind at this moment. There is spir-
itual strength and uplift to be had in
the woods and fields-the first tenn
pies in which men offered up their
prayers to God. Physicians Of the
body send men to the mountains and
seashore for change of scene and to
improve their health. For spiritual
debility or spiritual anemia OF spirit
ual infirmity, of any kind the woods
ana heids In autumn are a tonic. Out
there, il you will take the trouble to
learn few things about wild flow
ers, weeds. trees and rocks, you will
see that miracles are still going on in
the world, that birth, death and resur-
rection succeed each other, that
things are happening on every side
of you that cannot be accounted for
except as the manifestation Of a
Supreme Intelligence
'. If your. faith is little weak and
YOU find 1t hard to believe this and
r that. go out among the trees and
rocks and flowers. the -lichens MOSES
and the ferns. There will you find
thingssthat are harder to believe. and
Yet. your senses show YOU that such
things are. Your faith will be re-
freshed. In the fields and woods
there is a miracle at every, footstep.
After a. short walk from Beltsville