The Yazoo City Whig. [volume] (Yazoo, Miss.) 1844-1851, 1845-02-07

Short Patent Sermon.

My text, this morning, is composed of
these words BY w. G. Byrant;
Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that
lately sprong and stood, j
In brighter light and softer airs beateous sister
hood?
Alas! they all in their graves, the gentle race
Of flowers.
Ale lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and
good OF ours.
The rain is falling where they lie; but the cold
November rain
Calls not, from out the gloomy earlh, the lovely
ones again.
NV hearers-ihe dark November days are
again upon u.s. A dun, melancholy mantle
is thrown the landscape, and all nature
looks as sorry as a calf's head hanging at the
door Of a meat shop. 1T is the month of vail
ing winds, pusillanmous clouds, half naked
woods, and meadows up by the hedges, at
the corners Of the fences and in the hollows
of the grove. silent preachers of the morality
Of man and the frailty Of all things apper
tanning to earth; but, in point of beauty, as
unattractive to the eye as pile Of bricks by.
The road side. A few days ago they sang
sweetly IN the summer breeze, and their
harps seemed tuned 10 the concerts of angels
in heaven: but now, when the gust sweeps
over them, they muFmuF, like restless and
complaining spirits: and freIfully rustic be-
meath the travellers tread. The teathered
sOngsteFs have ali gone 10 ful6ll eReagoHeN.s
in the south, and the halls OF nature are lett
unoecupied for the season. We hear no
more the blae birds nlalin lay, nor the rob.
bins evening carol. The black birds-shose
Ethiopian Aerial Minstrels-haVe fofsakeH
us; and all we hear now, are the harsh scold.
i ing Of the jay, and vociferous calls OF Che
wary crow.
| NY friends-wherc are the Aowers?-thC
beautiful flowers that so lately blOouleC
around US and filed the air with fragrance
Alas! they are IN their lowly beds! The.
fairly breathed OUT their sweet souls upon
desert air. like the ViOlets OF virtue whei
. oEertopped BY the toad plentains, polk weed
and skunk cabbages Of wee. Time doe
not spare these lovely creations of Nature
and neither will he spare you, my youn
brothers and sisters, who now blooming an
aourishing in al the gay forescence of you'll
You will fade as they fade-iall as they ia
and sink into the earth, like them, 10 lis
again upon some future spring.
NV dear friends-the warm copious shoV
ers Of April start into existence the annu
plants, and give birth TO many horalinfan
but what avail these cold, drizzling, unco
genial rains? They strive in vain TO bril-
!. renewed freshness upon the felds-lo 1
store the decayed beauty of the Wales
make whole the flowers from their winte
sleep; and as for getting up an essential re
direction for their lonely sakes. the i'd
might as well be entertained of resuscI
ting a dead calm at sea with a pair OF ha
, bellows. These sad and cherries Move
Der days, my friends, seem to be clad
mourn-torn drapery of the groVes-or eau
to reblooma single blossom in the blight
garland Of June. They may wakeing
the loss Of the lovliest things ofiearth, q
: the ever and anon falling rains appeaT
come down upon utterly useless brands
= They fall like the tears Of friendship aud
lection upon new-made graves wholly
void of the power Of recalling the dead,
causing the once active dust to be Fe-anll
ted, and embodied in the forms Of the
and beloved. The wind gives melanch
moan as they passed through the lonely plI
leo but however much they may wall, how PIT
lhe ously the clouds may weep and the 81
may sorrow, the earth still hugs to her
:, bosom the dead children Of Nature; an'
ona. requires something more than common
PEE vanic battery 10 wake them again into
lem and being. Alas! how short lived are
'ust (airest Of eaFth's objects! and how shoH
the race Of life performed b. man! be g
]. ono hop and dies, like toad dug out |
II. lsolid rock.
Dig worthy friends--it it sad 70 see
devastation old Autumn makes ~ the
u lens and blooming bowers of summer.