American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-10-08
From the Saturday EmperiEm.l
OCTOBER.

About ten o'clock Tuesday night we bid
adieu to our very agreeable friend, September.
lie has been with us month"; rambling over
the hills, sailing on the streams, and looking in
upon his old acquaintance. five may believe
nm, he has had a pleasant visit; though he Of
ten appeared sad as he dweit upon the changes
that had taken place since he was last here
He said that many a light-hearted girl whom
he met in his rambles then, he had failed 10 see
this tme that she had faded with the garland
which wreathed her snowy brow-that the 10Y
OF her young heart, and the light Of her laugh
ing eye, were quenched forever! He said that
many MOLE youth who was then Just ripen-
ing into N inhood, and looking with eager anti
cpa$ion to the world that lay before bin, had
been dashed into the waves as he was trimming
Ills sail ior LIES voyage; and that many an ola
man whom he had known for more than half a
century, had left his staff and his armchair be-
hind him, and was gone to the churcll-yard to
m,ngie his dust with tina. Of his almost forgot
ten ancestors. These, it is true, were sadden
ing circumstances, and calculated to dash the
pleasure of his visit with little of melancholy
But every thing on the whole appeared much
as usual, and the warm welcome he received
was kindly and cheerfully returned.
In the course of the day, he informed US that
he must leave at night in the IL O'Clock train,
OF which Old Time was the engineer; and that
he should be gone on a tour which would not
allow HIM to return before the end Of August
'46. We offered to sit up and see hnt off, but
he said he should be obliged to embark hastily,
as the car would not stop moment, and that
we had better part then, while we lad leisure
to do it handsomely. Accordingly we retired
as we before intmated, about ten, leaving him
ready for start, with his notebook, or COM
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be eventually published; his whiskers well
brushed, hat on and over-coat tight buttoned to
the chin.
On awakng next morning we found stand
ing over US our rough, hearty old friend, Octo-
Der. He was examining, by the fall light
which poured IN at our window, every corner
of our room, and every article of furniture
and bending upon US as we lay rubbing our
eyes and trying to recognize him, look which
seemed to have been dipped in decoction, of
which the bark Of a smile, and the tenderest
leaueS Of a from we've the ingredients He
held out his hard hand to us, but exclaimed ra-
Their peevishly that he supposed we cared lit
tie to see him, as we never rose early to con-
graduate his arrival, as we did that OF his CO.
quettish little sister, May, or even his younger
and greener brother, September. We took it
all how ever as a part OF his whimsical oddly;
told him we knew he stood less upon ceremony
than some of the younger members of the ia
mily; and-to be even with him-that we did
think his little sister much more agreeable than
himself, and would rise an hour earlier any
time for u morning ramble with her, to hear
her merry laugh, aud drink in her sou-born
Smiles than to enjoy his fiigid society; and
that if he dsliked his reception, he might leave
as soon as he pleased. Finding this to be our
humor, he flung off his assumed sulliness-
said that Old Time had given him express Or
ders to stay month, and that we had better
be friends as we always had been. On cnqui-
ry, we learned that September had leaped up
on the car at the instant he left it. He said
they brushed each others sleeves in passing,
and had only time to wink a recognition, be-
fore the train was out Of sight. We rallied
him little on his being such an ncorrigible
old bachelor and withal so sentimental-fiIIing
his pockets as he is accustomed to do, and stuff
fling his greasy old hat with faded fowers!-
wandering in the forest when showers of dry
leaves are falling around, and dreaming that
the winds which wall so mourntully, are but
the signs of its weeping nymphs! But he said
it was all the work of Destiny, that he had
been born, and had grown up constitutionaly
fond of solitude and sentiment. Changing the
conversation, abruptly, he said he should blow
his old horn in the streets one of these days, to
apprize people of his presence in town, and
that if they did not prepare to give him earn
reception, they might expect from him some
them that their interviews with him, which
must necessarily occur, would be extremely
chilling and dsagreeabe!