Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1845-10-30
AUTUMN.

ties and glorles. Winter has its domes.
TIC comforts and its Preside revelry;
Spring is rich in its fragrant winds, flow
ers, aud bird songs; Summer has it's
fruits, its rich hsrvests, and yellow grain
fields which sway like the waves OF the
sea before the rushing winds and Au-
tumn has its mellow and somewhat sad.
dened splendors, in which We think there
IS something more exquisite stll' than
can be claimed for either Of tho other sea-
sors. When we look at Winter, Spring.
aud Summer in "Fancy's glass" We feel
we are not robbing them of any tribute
which is due TO them, if we say with
Burns:
Though this was fair and that was Draw.
And you the boast OF a the town,
sighed and said among them a.,
Yeare ma Mary Morrison
Autumn is our Mary Morrison, and We
are familiar With every "bIiuk of her bon
ME black eye" and every Pallas-llke
lone OF her "yermil tlnctured lip." She
comes before our mind IN its dreamy
hours as Egera did before Numa's. She
is the embodiment OF all beauties which
charm the sense, and there is so much
richness, strength, tenderness, poetry,
and eloquence in her discourse, that il the
revolving year" were monarchy and
not republic she would certainly be- On.
titled to the throne.
What a delicious influence comes over
the mind while the witchery Of Indian
Summer fingers IN the haze that hangs
over rlver and plain, and the artist-lke
effects Of the frost spirit are visible in the
countless hues that are painted on each
hill side. Go away from the dust and
discord of the city al this season, and
though you will not meet with any Of
those sweet south winds that rife the
fragrance Of the crocus and byacin,h in
the early spring, and though you will not
see the blue yiolets nesting near the iuri,
nor hear the hum Of busy insects and the
melodies Of love making birds, yet, il you
are either poe, or philosopher, you viii
find ample compensation for the absence
Of such sweet influences" in the delights
which crowd upon you. The leaf, winch.
parting from Its parent twig. reels and
whlrls in the "eddying gusts" as Il de-
scends 20 the ground, breaches more
eloquent sermon, utters a richer philoso-
phicai discourse, and chants more poe,i-
cal hymn than ever escaped the lips of
humanity. Many are the luxurious vis-
ions that we have felt while reclining at
full length under some monarch oak, and
listening to the
"Mghty trees,
In many lazy syllable repeating
Their old poetic legends 10 the winds."
Autumn is the glory Of The season, and
the Indian Summer is the GROWING glory
oil Autumn. There is moro genuine life
in one hour spent under the smoke g. atiem.
pered sunbeams at that season, than in q
whole day under the lasstude OF Spring,
the heats OF Summer, or the icy .inhuen-
ces of Winter. The Indian Summer is
more heavenly and inspiring, and fingers
longer and more lovingly in this western
cline than in any other region. AT this
season there Is vigor in each breeze, the
pulse bounds wildly, and the JOYOUS SEN
sations OF perfect health are felt in every
VEN and thrill each slender nerve. The
spiders Of melancholy do not then weave
their webs over the feelings, nor do hea-
ven-ascendng thoughts fall, like wounded
birds, tiutterng down 10 the earth. The
frosty morning is followed by joyous
day, aud the Gay is closed by sunset OF
the most imperial grandeur aud msgnii.
cence. Heaven and earth seems TO min
gle in The distant mists and 10 conspire to
make man happy. There is serenity in
the cloudless sky, and calmness on hill,
IN valley, and over the smoky river
The spirit of Peace seems 70 be broodicg
over the earth, offering her olive branch
es to all that are wise enough TO accept
boon so benign. - Louisville Journal.