| Show 4 t 4 4 i THE THANKFUL MONTH september russet haired and crowned with vine leaves her arms full ot ripened fruit her garments odorous with fragrance Is one of the tha lovell loveliest st daughters daugh of 0 the afie ear we look fol forward ward to her coming expect antlee antly she brings with her long nio moonlight 0 alight nights breathing dewy odors and soft warm airs bhe comes full handed and we greet her coming as aa we greet that of her sisters as a matter of course golden glories of harvest waie around her boughs laden with rose red golden yellow and purple fruit make triumphal arches along her path the mirth and t jollity of harvest home is lit in phd lani land and I 1 maa man rejoices in a bountiful t crops and atell ell fille d barns we are prompt with our complaints if cowand now and then septembers sun browned arms are less heal ily fly laden than usual wo grumble basti ly IY it if harvest promises are less opulent than they were formerly 1 if f grub and worm have hav e caroused too unsparingly it if the skies have been too L 4 liberal with showers or chesun too prodigal of heat beat but when all 4 1 things combine to make life pleasant when the earth runs riot with 4 budana bud and blossom ruit fruit and fast ripening grain then well we take all 4 4 these good gaoa things and treat their coming asa matter of 0 course t why should they be a matter of course what have 1 I or you what f has any man done that earth should glow with beauty should send up fragrant f odors should hang luscious fruit upon the bending boughs tor for 4 his delectation surely it if we wc weare are so ready with our faultfinding fault finding when the months bring lighter burdens than usual of good things liberally be stowed stowe dupon upon us we might at least be equally ready with thankful rec ignition tion of a bounty that without a shadow of on mans part has gone on supplying his needs through the hoary ages of the past and supplies them still oven even though his hie grudging soul never given t birth to a single thankful thankful thought what would this life of ours be like it il chance ruled our destines deskines de stines if tor instance autumn might or might not succeed summer spring k might or might not follow winter I 1 A eary world it would truly be I 1 my masters left to the buffeting ot of in an unknown yet all pervading caprice so while september gets lier her palette out and mixing xing thereon tints t of orange and scarlet makes the woodlands things of even greater beau ty than they were let us with grateful hearts hearts acknowledge our edness to the giver of all good things and for at least once in our lives be thank thankful ful lew iss magazine liverpool england |
