The Litchfield County post., 1828-11-27
From the Baltimore Emerald.
THE PLEASURES OF AUTUMN,


This is the favorite season of all others.
Autumn has past his zenith, and will soon
be no more but while he remains, we
have opportunities for diversified enjoy
nent. The man Of intellect feels his ina
gination invigorated by the warm infuen-
ces of an Indian summer, and his thoughts
flow more freely and his physical powers
are quickened to a livelier sense Of pleas
ure by the recurrence of the genial
season. The morning star shines
through its dewey pathway with greater
brlliancy. aud the orange sky of evening,
assumes richer vesture as it were to
shame the excellence of Claude. Now
is the sportman's pastime, for as he glides
over the still water, through the morning
mist, his eye kindles with new express
sion, as the redhead splashes the wave,
while he dives for the kingly canvass-back;
or when the partridge whrrs away from
the setter, and falls before the fowling-
piece, ere it adorn the larder with its cus-
tiers of teathery beauty. Now, the epicure
smacks ais lips, and feels the weight Of
wild fowl, and with scrutinizing eye pon-
der3 over saddle of mutton or round of
stall-fed beef; now whiskey- punch makes
the tea-kettle musical and the frying pan
and the stew-pan, and the knife and the
grid-iron, spread terror among the oysters,
while C1aggen's beer foams with its own
recommendation. Now is, the time for
tailors to smile and look their prettiesl, for
mamma has opened her trunk of winter
clothing and finds that Tommy's sleeves
are too much soiled for Sabba' days wear,
aud Jemima has prevailed upon papa to
give her new bonnet and pelisse. 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 broadcloth is to be had on very long
credit, and Tick is their never failing
friend.
Now is the time for visiting the kitchen
and for enjoying the dairy for the hearth
is popnlous with stone jugs. and The largess
kettle is on the crane. for picking while
ihe squashes look down with green and
yellow melancholy on the preparations OF
thc oven. Now the butter kegs are FILL
ing fast. and the cider mill sings out like
ihe wheels Of frost-bit;en Wagon. Now
IS the time for people to turn over in the
morning for the enjoyment of an extra nap;
for the blanke, feels comfortable, and the
morning dew is an apology for sleeping
Now come the pleasures Of breakias,ing {:
i'r while the sun shines through the win
dow the cakes are smoking on The table,
and the sausage mea, obIiges you to put
Gown the newspaper unfinished. New is
iiie time for squirrels TO grow fat on nuts,
and the proprietors Of steamboats, and sta
ges To pocket their dividends; for the coun-
try iradors arc Fastening to the city to
supply themselves with winter stock, and
tho merchants are Obliged to order an ex-
I ira dish for dinner, while the laundress
reaps the bench, of clean table cloths But
ofals tho Injuries aud comforts which are
al this season afforded, there is none like
watching The GOALS in the evening twilight,
while the light of the gasman's torch CLEANS
on the walls rs he passes or that Joy when
the paslour lamps are lighted, aud we close
sle shutters. and wheel tho sofa round af.
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