Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-11-15
FROM THE BALTIMORE
THE PLEASURES OF AUTUMN.

This is the iavourite seasons of all
others. Autumn has past his zenith,
and will be soon no more; but while he
remains we have opportunities for diver
sified enjoyment. The man OF intel
lect foeIs his Imagination invigorated by
the warm influence Of an Indian sum-
mer, and his thoughts flow more freely
and his physical powers are quickened
to a %livelier sense Of pleasure by tho re-
currence of the genial season. The
morning star shines through its dewy
pathway with greater brilliancy, and the
orange sky OF evening assumes a richer
vesture, as il were to shame the excel
lence of a Claude. Now is the sports
mans pastime; for as he gIides over The
still water, through the morning mist,
his eye kindIes with a new expression,
as the redhead FLASHES the wave, while
he dives for the kingIy canvass-back;
or when the partridge whirrs away from
the setter and falls before the fowling-
piece, ere il adorn the larder with its
clusters Of feathery beauty. Now, the
epicure smacks his lips, and feels the
weight Of wild fowl, and with a scrutini-
zing eye, ponders over a saddle of NUT
ton or a round Of stall-fed beef; now,
whiskey-purch makes the tea-kettle mu-
steal; and the frying-pan and the stew
pan, and the knife aud the gridiron,
spread terror among the oysters, while
Clagett's beer foams with its W rec
o~mmendation. Now is the time for
tailors and mantua-makers to smile and
look their prettiest; for m has o.
pened her trunks of winter clothing and
finds that Tommy's sleeves are o much
soiIed for Sabba' day wear and JENNA
has prevailed on papa to give her a new
bonnet and ~peiisse. Now is the time
for people to walk unusually erect, and
to appear more dignifed than ever, and
to attend the several churches they have
neglected all summer;-for the best
is to be had on long credit,
and Tick is their failing friend.
Now is the time for visiting the kitch-
en-, and for enjoying the dairy; for the
hearth is populous with stone jugs, and
the largese kettle is on the crane for
picking; while the squashes look down
with a green and yellow melancholy on
the preparations OF the oven. Now the
butter kegs are filling fast, and the CT
der-mill sings out like the wheels of a
frost-bnten wagon. Now is the time
for people to turn over in the morning
for the enjoyment of an extra nap; for
blanket feels comfortable, and the morn
ing dew is an apology for sleeping. Now
come the pleasures Of breakfasting; for
while the sun shines through the win
dows, tho cakes are smoking on the ia
ble, and the sausage meat obliges you
to put down the newspaper unfinished.
Now is The time for squirrels to grow fat
on nuts, and the proprietors of steam
and stages to pocket their divi-
for the country traders are hast.
cning to the city to supply themselves
with a winter stock, and the merchants
are obliged to order an extra dish for
while the laundress reaps the
Of clean table cloths. But Of all
he luxuries and comforts which are at
his season afforded, there is none like
watching the Goals IN the evening twi-
light, while the light Of the gasman's
orch CLEANS on the walls as he passes;
,r that Joy when the parlour lamps are
and we close the shutters, and
the sofa round after the manner
If Cowper's best imagining, while we
rink the liquor that cheers, bu. not in
briaies, and the smiles Of affection and