Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-10-21
MISCELLANEOUS.
AUTUMN.

Llnger then yet awhile
As the last leaves on the bough
We have loved the CLEAN of many a smile
That is taken from you now.-d4r8. Remana
Had we the tender and pathetic expression
Of Bryant to clothe our musings, we would
dwell long and thrillingly upon the lessons
taught so forcibly, in the advent of sober-suited
Autumn. Coldly indeed must he look upun
nature and her changes, who does not find a
luxury of sentiment in the contemplation Of
all her seasons. All are but chords to that in
strument which yields its tone to every breath
of man. and vibrates invountarily to every
feeling of his breast. In the Spring, the fair
melody is made up of the unmingled warbling
of rapture, the involuntary thrills of untaught
fingers, the overAowings of that spring of glad
ness, which gave mythology her tabled foun-
tains, and from which issues all that claims the
name of music, short of the voiceless harmony
of Heaven. In Summer. it is mellowed into
the harmony of hope.--rhe voice that never
mourned is heard in its rich diapasons; its glow
ing progressions are tempered to the calmness
of mutual desire; its echoes are unbroken by
the irregular responses of untutored passion,
and its deep and ever varying consonances
chime, swell, and estuate, in infinite graduation.
Beautifully though sadly the reverse of these
is the style of Autumn's unwritten music
The hope Of the glad Spring and the devotion
of the ardent Summer, have been dampcd, but
not to deaden single tone. The chords on
which once played the breath of the affections,
are strained but not to break. The mind is
no longer mighty organ, yielding its sounds
to the hand of man: but becomes a gentle
Eolian harp, catching its magic tones from
every breath of the Autumnal breeze. Plain
l tive and sweet as though sound had caught a
chor,, frnn, the baautif,1 buAe ff Jarox, IL
come upon the ear. blending into harmony such
strains as no art can initiate, no science ar.
range, no skill record. Such is the music Of
1 Autumn, upon that deep toned glorious instru.
! ment-the heart.
i The grave comes heavily upon the thoughts
flof youth. They have not yet buried there the
4 better part of their hearts. To the pilgrim
VI who has farther advanced on the highway Of
,lhuman disappointments, the last home of mar
y lis welcome theme, Lovely to him, not onl,
that it already holds his best hopes and his on
tIly charms that made the world fair amid all it.
| Idesolation. the grave,-the cold and drear,
d grave sends up a sweet and holy call to hi
weary and broken spirit. All that speaks o
decay has charm to him. No marvel the,
that he woos the melancholy influence Of Au
tumn, & breathes with untold delight her sigh
= ing breezes, and settles an unwearied gaze up
on her red and yellow forests. Let CHILDHOOD
: hang with unrapturing fondness over the bril-
liant beauty of Springs first flowers, but it.
=: little idols will wither. Let mature youth
Weld its full devotion to the fruitful and feryen
rhopcs of Summer; yet they too shall pass away
a But who, that has ever relished the calm We
E passionate love Of fading beauty, which steal
!. upon the unsubdued though softened spirit o
t one whose hopes have been like the summe
CLOUD, will cling to such Aeetiug hues again