Litchfield enquirer., 1839-10-24
THE AIJTUMNAL SEASON.

s,veases, have cnnoe Mt last and how brief
hoe hecn the snoce since the bright festlVal
nfsnriI,C time, when frost, tempest, ana 0esor
iation were forgotten amidst the song %
birds in their green bowers OF DnssL
sounds of the bubhing fountain ana gT r
stream-when nature threw OH he'
mantle. and resumed her kIndest H'Hpna-
s;oos chang;pc the earth from gloom 10 glo
ry.' ,,,o. .,,n,,,,e,r
hean,ed upon us with its sunshine, unVarylhg
heat, and the insects evening hymn. lc'
summers gone! the leaf turns pale, trent
bles, dies; the groves are deserted the ten,
ants have departed to q more congrni'd
cline: the last sheaf is gathered in' anu Ihc
cold harvest moon is pale and wan nc
moss cup, the tulip, the whole 'Deauteous SIS
terhood of flowers have been hung "l'"er-
ing on autumn'S shrine.
There is something sad in the reflect.on
TINT earth's lovelicst things must fade; that
there is nought too beautiful TO escape the un-
sparing hand of time; that tho fair buds
which have opened their folded leaves to the
sunbeam, should wither, decay, and die; and
the earth, SO lately clothed with fertility ana
fragrance, should become bleak, solitary,
and desolate.
But there il sunlight amid these deepen
ing shadows "A spirit Of beauty ponrs glory
upon the autumn woods, deep, varied, and
magnificent, as if they had borrowed the
summers rainbow for covering. The Sill
very garniture of heaven is seen stretching
tar away into the dim hazy distance. Inc
hill sides are clad in q habit of crimson ana
cold. The hoary forest, in their nutumnal
beauty, present a spectacle, compared with
which the verdant plains are dull and COM
fortress. And then the going down OF the
sun, the intermingling Of the beauty OF earth
with the glory Of the heavens, like the ina
ges in q poets dream. Sinking slowly from
our sight, he changes the wreaths OF vapor
from glory to glory, into the same image,
imbuing them with his own peerless magnif-
icencc, and creating fit pavilion for the
king of day.
perishing blossom. When all things are dy-
ing around US, we are admonished that
change and decay come alike TO oil that
the chill boar frost cuts down alike the ten
der plant and the noxious weed. AS the
head sinks upon the hand, and memory calls
up the thronging images of the past: Us the
eye wanders around the friendly circle, and
finds it narrowed since the last vernal sea-
son, strange feeling Of insecurity comes
over US. We know that in a few years, or
even days, perhaps, the falling leaves will
rustic above our resting place. May we be
enabled, by holy faith to look forward to
an immortal spring time, to season Of revi-
wing hope and undying beauty amidst the
paradise Of God
From the Mobile Commercial Register.
The Pistuye-In the scenes which have
now become so common among US, there is
much to roughen our natures, and cause
us to look upon the visit Of the King of Ter
rors with but little Of that awe which in ordi-
nary times is expected, and which in some
measure shows that even the unworthy spec.
totor hath felt in his heart there is God !"
The cause and the effect'are both given--we
have watched hundreds carried to their rest.
ing places without tear. sigh, or even an
ejaculation to show that we profited by the
awful examples before us-and, save in ca
ses which called peculiarly for public testi-
monials, we know not If passing thought
has been devoted to the necessity Of using
Some means to check the ravages Of the
plague which surrounds US. Every day and
every hour fixes more firmly the opinion,
that neither the nature Of the epidemic, nor
lis cure, is perfectly understood in this city !;
and so few are the cases of malignant type
which recover, that were we inclined to be
superstitious, we should say the Almighty
was visiting the people in wrath for thcirini
deeds.
The past flies by us, and the future brings
with 1t nothing TO cheer our dropping spirits.
On one day we heard with feelings Of glad
ness. that only dozen deaths occurred, but
our hopes are shortly crushed by the knowl.
edge that the next furnishes double quota of
tenants for the tomb. These yisitings, too,
nre at our very firesides--if we look Tor our
friends, they will be found suffering even at
our doors, and we have nothing but the
wretched opportunity of seeing them perish.
without having the power Of reaching out a
been mostly cut off-those to whom we
might look for q promise of usefulness, or for
assistance in this hour of distress. No class
or occupation 10 proof against the insidious
influence OF the oppressoF-it stalks into the
mansions of the wealthy, where care and al.
tention of every kind is furnished with prod
igal hand, and into the low howell, where the
wretched have nought 10 live for, but daily
toll 70 gain the necessaries life.
Sickness has become sure prelude to
death-tor the chances of recovery are not
Cne-fhs-a which the disease has compelled
me patient to lay upon his pallet-and in q
no longer among the inhabitants of earth !;
AMER hope IL abandoned by the physician.
life often fingers for days and nights, and
leads vs. TO throw to the winds the told tale,
that "while there is life, there is hope" In
INC midst Of this gloom. cannot ray Of light
De dispensed! We fear not! Terror has
apparently paralyzed our energies, and we
appear not as statues Of men. Let indiyidu.
a aid, then, be continued-let those who
profter i bear it in mind, that however dam
gerous their troubles may be here, they are,
ey their services, laying up a crown of glory
for themselves hereafter.
Logic =" Dad" said q hopeful sprig. chow
many fowls are there on that table ~
wny, said the old gentleman, as he
$3.50 S cn;n on a pair Of finely