Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1833-11-20

richer hue, for, fair nature, like TAR NO.
,nan, loves TO vary her udornmcnts, aud
orange, deep pink, aud royal purple, are
her favorite colors now. Lei us admire
ib, u, to day, for la bricr space, even
these gems Of tho dying year will be
sought in vain; but while we scatter the
petals Of the last rose Of summer, or bid
larewell TO the slate, flower that decks
the sallow Autumn" hope mingles with
our regrets. We know that they are on
ly hid from our sight for a while,-that
safely deposited in earth, and guarded
from the coming iempests, spring will
bring them again il renewed loveiiness
and yigor. Hence il is, that though the
scar season Of the year excites serious
reflections, they Are not deepened into
sadness. And why should we dread the
Autumn oflife? What though the hopes
Of youth, like the buds of spring time,
have faded from our hearts, virtue and
religion offer to our acceptance their
impershabe beauties. What though
many Of those beloved ones, whose pre-
scnce, like the flowers OF summer, once
enlvcned our path, have withcred from
our side, and are laid in the st,-shall
We not hope for second spring Of life,
which shall revive the ashes Of the urn !?
Shall we confidently predict the return
ing bloom OF a transient flower; do we
know that life will revive the ying worm,
that the insect will again spread its frag-
lie wing, and can We entertain the thought
that man alone shall be forgotten9 No,
as surely as from the unsightly root
which cOnceals the future plant, new
stems shall spring, new flowers bud and
blossom, and delight the sense with re-
turning odours,-so certainly may we
cherish the hope that the virtues those
we lament will flourish again, beneath a
brighter sun, in purer atmosphere, and
with unlading beauty.
In watching the progress Of The sea-
sons, as exhibited in the economy of
vegetation, from the tender blade, the
budding germ, to the perfected fruit and
the final withering Of the plant, how nat
uralIy might we apostrophise their feet.
ing tribes. you have finished your
determined hour, laughed in the sun
beam, inhaled the dew Of eve, bent be-
meath the adverse gale, or drooped un-
der the pitiless rain, and now the power
which called you into being, remands
your course accomplished back to earth
Why should we repine at the same dcs-
tiny which awaits usl We too, enjoy
our spring pleasures, our hours of sum-
mor ease;-let us not complain, when
fading nature admOnishes that man must
wther as the grass, that, in comparison
to the infinite space TO which he is has
tening, his life has little more continu-
ance than the lowly flower that bends
bene ath his step. How impressive then
the moral this season conveys to ALL
To those particularly, who trife in li(e's
balmy spring, it urges, "triRe not all
these propitious hours away; leave not
for experience to tell how cheerless is the
Autumn Of that life, whose opening
years have been misspent." Cherries
indeed, when the touch Of coming age,
chills the energies OF the soul, when our
failing spirits convince US that our sum-
mer is past; to feel that we have lived in
.vain;-that, unlike the inanimate works
of the Creator, we have not fulfilled our
moral course, although its natural term
has reached its final period.