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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 



is to reveal the secret that others may 

 go and do likewise. Ever notice what 

 a difference there is between one store 

 and another? How tense and strained 

 is the tone that one finds in some, 

 where everything is keyed up to concert 

 pitch like the strings of a violin, while 

 in others there is a cordial pleasant- 

 ness, a geniality as soothing as the 

 melodious tones of an organ. Per- 

 haps the kind of geniality found in 

 Mr. Delap's store may be susceptible 

 of a musical explanation. I think the 

 secret may be found in the songs of 

 the birds, the murmur of the winds 

 through the trees over that packing- 

 box house, and the rippling laughter 

 of the water in the ravine at the foot of 

 the hill. Soon after my arrival T went 

 to the ravine at the suggestion of the 

 host. "There," he said, "is a beautiful 

 place and I know you will enjoy the 

 brook." That brook laughs not only 

 there but in Mr. Delan's store. It 

 sings in the charming hospitality of 

 his home, in the kind greeting of his 

 wife, an attractive and affable hostess, 

 and not least in eyes and on the lips 

 of his young daughter, the joy of the 

 household, a veritable nymph of the 

 woods, the fairy of the packing-box 

 home, of the beautiful trees, the 

 mighty boulders, the singing birds and 

 the humming insects of Den Road. 



The Love of Nature. 



BY GEORGE W. CARVER, DIRECTOR, DEPART- 

 MENT OE RESEARCH, EXPERIMENT STA- 

 TI0N\ AND CONSULTING CHEMIST, TUS- 

 KEGEE NORMAL AND INDUSTRIAL IN- 

 STITUTE, TUSKEGEE INSTITUTE, ALA- 

 BAMA. 



To me Nature in its varied forms is 

 the little windows through which God 

 permits me to commune with Him, and 

 to see much of His glory, by simply 

 lifting the curtain and looking in. 



I love to think of Nature as wireless 

 telegraph stations through which God 

 speaks to us every day, every hour, and 

 every moment of our lives. 



No true lover of Nature can "behold 



the lilies of the field" or "look unto 

 the hills" or study even the microscopic 

 wonders of a stagnant pool of water, 

 and honestly declare himself to be an 

 atheist or an infidel. 



The study of Nature is both enter- 

 taining and instructive, and is the only 

 true method that leads up to a clear 

 understanding of the great natural 

 principles which surround every branch 

 of business in which we may engage. 

 Aside from this, it encourages personal 

 investigation, stimulates originality, 

 awakens higher and nobler ideals. 



Language fails to adequately express 

 my thoughts regarding the joy of my 

 soul ; so, therefore, I send you the 

 above crude paragraphs, hoping that 

 you may find at least one worthy of a 

 place in your splendid magazine. 



A Song 1 for Autumn Days. 



By Mrs. Miriam B. Jacobs, Greenwich, Conn. 

 So soon, ah! so soon the summer is over! 

 The rose on its stalk hangs dead; 



The bird on the bough 



And the bee in the clover 



Their farewell have said, 



For the summer is over. 



So quickly, alas! the bright hours are over, 

 The fragrance and sunshine fled; 

 Now, home for the wand'rer, 

 And work for the rover, 

 For the roses are dead 

 And the rest-time is over. 



So quickly, alas! the reaping is over, 

 The grapes to the winepress fed. 

 In forest and field 

 The lone flocks seek cover, 

 Ere the frost-pall is spread — 

 For the mild moor-life's over. 



So soon, ah! so soon, our dreaming is over, 

 In rose-paths no longer led; 

 But to the heart 

 Of the undaunted lover, 

 No summer is dead, 

 Though its splendor is over. 



It lives, aye! it lives in the soul that remem- 

 bers 

 The song and the rose so red. 

 New faith shall be kindled 

 From well-guarded embers, 

 New love-light be shed 

 In the soul that remembers. 

 —Reprinted from "The Boston Transcript."" 



