ONE DAY

Northern Advocate, 16 November 1929, Page 14

ONE DAY

I cannot close my eyes- upon this day without setting down some record of it; yet the foolish insufficiency of words! At sunrise I look forth; nowhere could I discern a cloud the size of a man’s hand; the leaves quivered gently, as if with joy in the divine morning which glistened upon their dew. At sunset I stood in the meadow above my house, and watched the red orb sink into purple mist, whilst in the violet heaven behind me. rose the perfect moon. All through the soft circling of the dial’s shadow, was loveliness and quiet unutterable. Never, I could fancy, did autumn clothe in such magnificence the elms and beeches; never, I should think, did the leafage on my walls blaze in such royal crimson. It was no day for wandering; under a canopy of blue or gold, where the eye could fall on nothing that was not beautiful, enough to be at one with nature in drgamv rest. From stubble fields sounded the long caw of rooks; a sleepy crowing ever and anon told of the neighbour farm; my doves cooed above their cot. Was it for five minutes, or was it for an hour, that I watched the yellow butterfly wafted as by an insensible tremor of the air amid the garden glintings? In every autumn there comes one such flawless day. None that I have known . ( . .

so fulfilled the promise of its peace.— From “The Private Papers of Henrr Ryccroft,” by George Gissing.