Daily Richmond Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1828-1831, 1829-09-30
AUTUMN.
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Had the tender and pathetic expression of Bry-
ant to cothe our musings, we would dwell long and
thriingly upon the lessons taught so forcblv IN the
advent OF sober suited Autumn. Colby indeed must
he look upon nature and her changes who does not
find luxury of sentiment in the contemplation of
all her All but chords to that instru-
nent which yields ts tune to every breath Of man.
and ribrates nyoluntarily 20 every feeling Of his
breast. In the Spring, the fairy melody Is made
up of the unminged warbling OF rapture, the nvol-
untary thrills of untaught fingers the ovcTfioinn Of
that spring of gadness, which gave mythology her
tabled fountains AMI from which issues all that claims
the of music short of the voiceless harmony of
Heaven. In summer, II Is nellowed into the hsrTno-
NY of hope. The voice which never mourned is heard
in its rich diapasons it's glowing progressions arc
tempered to the camness of nlatured desire: its
echoes unbroken by the irregular responses ofp
tltored passion, and its deep and varying con-
spnances chime, swell, and estuae in infinite Grada-
ton. Beautifully though sadly the reverse of these
IS the style of Autumn's 'unvritten music The
hope of the glad Spring and the devotion of the ar
dent Summer have been dampcd, but not 10 deadeu
single tone. The chords on which once PLAYED the
breath of the affections, are strained but not tn
break. The mind il no longer q mighty organ Weld
ing its sound to the hand Of man; but becomes GEN.
tie A5olian harp, catching lts magic tones aon every
breath Of the Autumua breeze. Plantive e. sweet
though sound itself had caught charm from the
beautiful hUes Of decay, they come upon the ear
blending into harmony such strains art can ini-
tate science arrange, skill record. Such is the
music of Autumn upon the deep.toned glorious in
etrument-the heart.
The grave comes goOmily upon tho thoughts of
youth. They have not yet buried there the better
part of their hearts. To the pilgrim who has far
Their advanced on the highway of human disappoint-
Inents the last home of man is a welcome theme
Lovely to him. only that IL already holds his best
hopes and his only charms that made the world far
amid all its desoation, the grave-the cold and drea
ny grave, sends up sweet and holy call TO his wea-
~ and broken spirit. All that speaks Of decay has
q charm to him. No marvel then that he woes tho
melancholy influence Of Autumn end brea,hes wi, h
untold delight her signing breezes, and settles an
unwearied gaze upon her red and yellow forests. Let
childhood hang with enrapturng f1ndness oyer Tho
brilliant beauty Of Springs first flowers; but ia In
tle idols viii wIther. Let maturer youth Weld i,s
full devotion 70 the fruitful aud cfycnt hopes of sum
mer; yet they too. shall pass away. But who that
has ever relished the cam yet passionate love of IA
ding beauty which steals upon The unsubdued tbou,
softeped split OF one whose hopes have been like
the Summer cloud, will cling to such feetipo bues
again. There - an autumn in the soul where a
these images are mirrored deep and indelible Even
the Winter Of age though il wthers the outer form
can never suyplant the sweeuy lingering hues of au
tUmn IN the soul. They cling to the memory LONGER
than hope-~and the memory Itself is life. c.