Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1841-11-16
VOL. XLVIl.l
H.T. WHITE 81. T. GUERNSEY

louinr sucle II was written by the Rev DIR Green.
rocd pastor Of Kings Chapel Boston and like eve.
=, o,hef production Of his eloquent PEN is marked
ra pie,y, deep feeling and an exquisite re-
fnsusb, Of expression Troy Wig.
F5ea sit Token and Atlantic SOursn,r for 1912
TEACHINGS OF AUTUMN.
az p. GREENWOOD.
The feelings excited by the autumnal season are I'M
rIned. and they true, deep, so near 10 the
osEain Of our life, that they are always powerful
Time AFTER time we have gone into the auiumnal wood.
and while the yellow leaves fall slowly down, and
touch the earth with sound soft tina, it is almost
silence the selfsame thoughts shall he suggested to
Us, and no, appear hackneyed or old. They shall be
affecting the last time the first. They shall even,
like the words Of fine poetry, OF ancient prayer, endeaI
themselves 10 repetition Are they no, poetry; are
usy not prayer When nature and the earth con-
together, they converse like old friends on la
miliar and domestic things truths that canno, lose
their intercst-ihe common but eternal truths of
aiy. So complete is the system which runs through
the visible universe, that there evident analogies
and sympathes between mortal condition, and the
condition Of all outward things. These analogies and
sympathes the in every age. They are OBJ
served, felt, uttered at all times The uiterance Of
them is transmitted from mouth 10 mouth. They often
arise to the same heart and the same lips; but man
weary OF the final truth Of his mortal condition.
They are his Poetry--hls prayer; his poetry, while
they rest 10 the present world and his prayer, when
they united with the future, and with God.
And what are the suggestions OF autumn What do
We think, and what do say, when behold the
leaves falling, the grass whitening and the flowers fad
ing The peasant as he psuses IN his toll the cot
age dame she sits a, her door the OF business
when he quits the paved and crowded streets the
young as we'll as the old aye, and the giddy and The
gay as well as the serious all express essentially NE
same sentiment which poets express and which the
prophet exclaimed and the apostle repeated long
mres ago All flesh is grass says the prophet, and
all the goodness thereof is the flowers Of the field.
For all is grass, repeat, the apostle, and all the glo-
ny of man the flower of grass That is the moral
which never tires. That is the feeling which is old
the time when the first leaf fell dry and shrvelled
a, the tcei OF the frs, and recent the pres
ent season OF decsdence and death. The conviction
that all the goodness OF mans mortal frame, that al
the glory OF mans earthly prospects, hopes and plans,
is the beauty OF whitening grass and the array OF per-
ishng flowers, is borne 10 all hearts by the signing
winds OF autumn Oh bond unbrokcn between natures
ailest children and selves who is not conscious
OF its reality and It's force Oh primitive brotherhood
between herbs and blossoms and the OF men be-
tween the green things which spring up and then with
en- aud the bright things which unfold and then fade
between these, and countenances which bloom and
then change eyes which sparked and then quench
ed, breathing and blessed forms which appear in love
Illness and then one.-who does not acknowledge
ITS claims Of kindred Surely the people is grass -
surely there stability in the sironses, o
mankind than in the gIass Of the field, which to-da,
is, aud o-morrow is cast into the oven.'
Go into the fields and the woods, when the wind o
the Lord has blown upon them when the blasts anc
the frosis Of autumn have been dealing with them.
change has passed every thing from the oities
and broadcast tree Of the forest down TO the little wlC
plants its roots. Winged seeds borne about by
,he i,ful gusts. Leaves descend in dark showers
Dry and bare and stalks hoarsely ia,le agains
sach other, the skeletons Of what they Yo,
cannot raise your eyes but you look upon the dying
you canno, move, bu, you step upon the dead Leave
and flowers returning TO the dust-can you forbea
thinking Iha, in this universal destiny they lik
youtselfi Dust thou and unto dust thou shalt re
turn. Can you forbear thinking that the successive
eeheralons OF men, like the successive generations
leaves and flowers have been cut of by The deathfros,
end mingled with the common earth And are no, in
6iyidual names whispered 10 your memory 10y the dy
ING fragrance and the rus;ag sounds-names ofihos
Who Aounshed, faded, and fell in your sight, Per
haps you think OF the fair infant who like the last ten
der leaf put forth by apaE no, spared for its ten
derness, bu, compelled TO drop Ike the rest. Perhap
your thoughts dwell on the young man, who full d
vgor and hope verdani in fresh affections, generou
purposes, and high promises and bearing TO you som
name which means mole 10 the heart than TO the ca
fIiend, brother, son. husband-was chilled IN a nigh
and fell from the tree Of life Or perhaps there rise
up before you the form Of the maiden, delicate i
flower, and f5agie also, who breaIhei upon b
that mysterious wind, lost the hues OF health, aud, h'
nursed and watched with unremiiiing care, could NJ
be preserved, bu, faded away. You no, alone
the brown woods, though living being IS near yo'
Thin and dim shades come round you-stand with yo
among the wi,hered grsss-walk with YOU on the lea
suewn path. Forms Of the loved, shades OF The los
mind-ctea,ed images Of those who have taken tho
place with the leaves an2 1owers Of The pas,
tbsS speak not, they make no sound but how su5el
DO they bear witness the words OF the apostle an
lie prophet ll you hear their burden IN every breez
tie spontaneous dirge Of nature. The grass wnhe
ed, the flower faded, the annually repealed sira
from lAc fields and woods, aud mans heart reptile
AL fesa grass. and all the goodness thereof "a
lie hoWef Of Tie field The lsieGiug Psamisi heai
tie ihene aaj The same response and he to- h'
repeated and recorded them As 81 msa, his dsl
as grass the flower Of he Ge!d 80 lie Aoursl
e. G tle Mini uskseth over H. and IL Is gone, a.