Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1838-11-22
From the Richmond County Mirror.
SUMMERS GONE.

Jack Frost has been TO work again among
the forest leaves. Already his bold crimson
and russell hues are peepng from under the
strange deep green Of summer. And-like
the first gray hairs which stray ntrudingly
upon our ear locks-the first shrnnken leaves
rustic past us with sad forcboding story
They tell the melancholy tale of Natures ia
ded loveness. The time is near at hand
when we must stoically bow to the behest of
nature. and a short auicu TO the sunny sea
sons of the year. To many this fnrewell will
be the last-for the last time some Of rs now
look out upon the green drapery of this beau.
tlinl earth, upon the structures Of which the
immaculate Creator has displayed so much
OF hs power, his goodness, aud ineXhaustible
bcnevolence. For the last time we watch
The silver mountain streams leaping from
their unknown Businesses, laving the mossy
banks and swathing the long grass which
dapples IN their mimic eddics. The same
stern hand whose strange thrall shall lock up
their energies in its icy manacles, may also
lay upon us its cold and Silly ruin To
many there mny be sorrow in this contempa-
ton. But to him whose ETHEREAL mind springs
naturally from mundane glories and sees in
heavens pure arch pleasing hope OF those
pure hopes and Joys immortal which are Ia
grace his future history, these beautiful
changes mark the welcome approach of that
day "when this mortal shall put on immor.
tality. and this corruptlblc shall put on incor-
ruPton" On, what a bright perian tount
does bland Philosophy open to those whose
knowledge -yearnng souls are ever ready to
drink in It's nectar. And Poesy too-the
fairy offspring of the enchanted nymph-as
she moves majesllcaly over the earth, un-
seen by all but her worshippers, how can she
swa,he US with her heavenly spirit, and i'm
merse US in her -dispclling Lcthe -.
Guided by her we look with new eyes upon
the varied panorama Of Creation, and see in
every lineament of Nature the peerless me-
chanlsm of Power Supreme. With her
twin sister Philosophy, she floats on aerial
plnions, and touches with magic wand the
golden gates Of pure and undeied religion.
The narrow path, which but a few may find
Is lighted by her presence with noon day
glory, while the thousands who are debarred
participation, are dazzled by the glowing
splendor until their eyes are even darkcncd
by the unbroken light.
In the provldentlal changing Of the ason:
we have the most convincing proofs of the
wisdom of the Great Original, from who's,
plastic hands worlds without number noun
into their spheres, as sparks spring upwar
from rustic fire, while myriods of star
shine in the azure depths, with brighter lrs
trc than tho golden tiles which whllom ulls
tened on the walls Of Solomon's vain rloriou
temple. But there is an indofnabe lin
which prescribes The limits of philosophy, an
beyond which her step by step advance
cannot delvc. Here il is where mans ow
knowledge defines IFS ignorance, and wher
his wobdrous lore makes the discovery Of hi
imbecility and weakness. At this point hi
giant powers mount just high enough to pee
from the conhne. walls Of their enclosur
beyond which NIL is inscrutablc and dark.
Man cannot know how mere worm
u, until Philosophy holds up to him the mil
ror of creation, and even then, The infniiy G
his httleness shfinks 10 a ppint which III
'n'mr,al soul within him caI not descend /
contemplate. Thu' IT il. he divinity With
MN tells plainly ot that high source whic
u" may hoosi-iho mighty mover of tbi
great machine.
Whose body Nature is--snd God m
soni' Here II u whrre Philosophy lose
her'ch IN her own depths. aud rcclino, hc
fsh'"s'ed form upon tue altars of m,
"irent VIZ
-Flrst Last! pavilioned high. who site
In darkness from excessive spIenJot horn
BY gods unseen, unless through lus,rc lost
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