Show I 1 THE IDLE WIND 3 1 3 man an is a verb or ou ought 7 ht to be an active transi tive live verb in the potential mode present tense first person singular depending upon provi denee dence for his nominative nom case cise lie ile that can ba parsed in iii that way is is n man worth of the italics we put him in and more than thai that is is no discredit to the bittle little capil capitals als ais we appropriate when we write him MAN we have a great deal to say about id idle a this and idle that when in fact there is nothing idle in the world but man min or something that he made tile tiie idle windi why it is tile the busiest thing in nature it hag has the contract and f it too fir f r carrying alp ali the seeds with salio sailo ond seeds sebas lith with oars and seeds beeda allover ail all over the world and leaving them here and there arid and every where some to cover the rocks rocki nakedness and some to make glad the islands of the tire sea it trundled tile the thistle down and the dandelion blow about the world all last fall and anil u winter inter andee we will warrant the disc of the one as mind and arid yellow as a double eagle slivering gli glit Vering ering by the he roadside roid side and some borne indignant farmer we can not help being amused though we are very forry for him is striking kirg away with a hook home st the other that as green greenas as a ru rudi rudl hag has shot up in a fenee fence corner some how flow the tile wind never mikes makes a mistake never to our s the fiall passenger lenrer it c carrie carrle pj sj where chere it cabi cabe caa cap nott noti live and chri thrive ve j it iii ili mi in tiie tile san sand adt depend up tip f on it il knows how to get a livin linns Lr ats aud aid the sahara beam becomes s A is s one of or od oid did if it may drift upon upun a afek but 1 a s IP re it will clang cl ng to it for or dear struggle fuggle st bravely and the wind N ind shall shai bring it a handful of if dust dusl and a drop of rain rain arid and it shall shail bec beacone ne a an it eer evergreen green over which december has no dominion al at ail then the wind has the sailing bailing of the great fleets of clouds in all seas of the air and it drives them to and fro as they are consigned with their freight of beauty and and it brings 7 up ill the great black man nian if war ar luto into ruto luto into the inid mid midsummer summer summer heaven where there is no danger of a lee Ice shore and then how they open poe ports arts and clear up the air and let d down own green gree n for or the grasses and glow for the roses and paler robes for lor the lillies below but clouds and colors are natall it carries for while it waited wanted a breath with iceie ice in it to the sultry line yesterday it returned with a iween breet south tribute to lle ile lie the arctic today to day You yon open yur jour window in june and it simi ers in upon you a heart full of fragrance from lle ile lie the gadows of c clover over and gushes of bird blid from the woodi land beyond then how busy is the wind all abroad abr lad iad upon the aters waters how flow it marshals the great plumed waves of the sealand hurls them upon the shore lilore till the i harge barge of balaklava is nothing nothing to sing i ot of and yet i it finds time to 0 o trifle w with hh the brook bronk and curl its waters aters i and frills them into ot of silver then again the tiie wind is a glorious ensign have you never seen it shake out the tire bunting from main mast and mizzen have flare rou you vou you not heard how it unfurls the banners of annis arnies till they grow terrible to look uin and how flow gently genelly in the tile morning does it lift the bed curtains of silver mist that night had hung gutig over the river like a canna canopy and let it flash along with an unobscured glory As for music what so wonderful as the wind we extend a eilken silken thread in a crevice of a wini win 7 dow and it finds rinds it and sighs over it and singa sings round it and goes up lip and down tile the scale upon it and poor must go somewhere else for his honor for lo 10 the wind is performing erf oming with willi single string siring it tries almost every thing upon earth to find if there is music in it ft it makes a mournful harp of oftie the giant pines and it does not disdain to try what sort of a whistle can be made mide of tile the humblest chimney in the world how ilow it will play upon a great tree till every leaf thrills with the note in it and wind up lip the river that runs al at its base for a sort of murmuring accompaniment but all this is nothing to rhe the great melody il it makes when it gives a concert with full fall choir of tiie ilia waves of the tire sa sia and performs a them between the two wo worlds that zoes goes up perhaps to the stars elhat that love music tile the most and sang il it the first and who does not know that the tiie wind is a match maker aid ald goes about in garden and arid nr or hard and field to solemnize the weddin weddings 9 9 amo among ng the tire blossoms of tree and fl flower ower where there is always an adam tor every eve eye and the wealth ot of the harvest to crown the llie nuptials there is it wooing and winning around us among thoss whose marriages never appear in the tire newspaper newspapers and arid who never would have been wedded at alt if it the wind had been idle idie adleor or weary we iry tire tile wind vind kind is is something of a waltz r withal sometimes it takes a feather for a partner e and sometimes an oak now it dances round th the corners like a fairy and now it takes the corners witt wili it like a giant occasionally it whisks away a roof root like a cambric handkerchief and then again it trips so lightly that thai the flowers nod gaily to the measure so gentle genile is it but then there is no harm in this rude frolic fr ilic but a great deal of 0 blessing how flow the strong wind settling in from the sea burls furls the broad heavy winos wings wings of the death angel that broods over the crola croin crowded aed sed city and carries carriea away with it too ton to the cobwebs first some sly moody spider snider of a thought has woven in the nook and corners of the tile brain the wind is something of an artist too ton and does things with the snow snow that powers never did with the but lut theu it is s summer and arid we will e en let its genii as a sculptor res until decembers storms shall wake it the tire wind like almost every body else has its merry arid and its melancholy moments ilow how atily it dances among the corn aw sweeping deping over their tasselled tas selled forms and rattling their waving bl de des like knights at an old tournaments amenti ments then how fondly it haunts old houses dionn ing in under the roofs sighing in tile the halls flails opening old doors w m fingers and singing a measure measie e of some sad old song round the fireless and arid deserted hearth ilow how boldly it follows the grandest of ns all and carefully covers up our pur footprints in the tire s ind and removes all trace that we have ever but the impression we gain from all this is that the he wind is neither empty nor wanton nor idie idle that it does something more than whistle and wander I 1 hat it has ir nobler 10 b 1 er duties to tri perform than lifting the tress from the cheek of beauty or turning ibe the leaves of an open book upon a window sill that whether from jiva java or araby the blest it has a life ora death in ill it that it goes goes forth to t the sowing when the wind is over and anil lone bone one and barneis manyi many a harvest for the tha yea yen years rs that are to come it waved away the lh bough from oary nari reach when we were child children ren Fen tt t fanned our brow brov in in manhood when we were weary it will rustle rustie down the file sere leaves dpn our graves when we w e are dead ex |