Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1845-10-11
AUTUMN.

presence OF fire the hearth necessary to ones
FORTS remind us that the reign of Sumner is over and TINT
Autumn begun The dogstar has ceased its RACES the
are shorn OF their late intoIerab eyor animals
not pant and retreat the deepest shade Of the forest
do not stand in escape the burning
Of MONDAY; miss the of several birds which few
weeks ago made the woodlands vocal; men move brisky
about the streets anayed in wooen garments and the better
and aer portion of our fallen shoud their shoulders in
shawls, and glance winnngy lover and friend from be-
meath bonnets less airy than of late they These and
many other changes have been brought about within the last
lew weeks The has refrigerated beyond the equator
ne long days things of the past and suliry nights no
longer rob
| Tired Natures sweet restorer balmy sleep,'
q her refreshing influences Bright Joyous bracg Autumn
oee more with us and her heahnsping gales refresh the
earn and sigh over the crested waves Of old ocean
very common opinion that there Is something pecu-
nary melancholy IN the auumna season. the season Of deca
dence, in which foss blight the green cores If earth AL
sweeping winds strip the forests Of their summer verv RI,
melancholy Autumn may in other regions here in
the West she is benign and cheerful goddess with bIb
on her cheek, smile on her lips but an cloud
on her bland and open brow.
The poets and particularly the English poets ara 70 bous
Tor the much too general Indifference with which persons scan
the varied sPendos Of the autnmnal season. These noe
under the driving rack of English autumna skv Win
Ia'ik sweeping ny tnelr ana sOmbTe hills and
gloomy streams before their eyes, right in speaking of
Autumn season of Pervading melancholy when sadness
hangs iso garment on the r.>,..atans and IL -,
clad in gloom.
To them undoubtedly looked like against Nature
for any Of her lovers appear light and cheerful But
English Autumn is all like Autumn in the West,
and however truthful the portratues may be which British
bas have given Of Nature she in their own land those
poraiues false in outline and false in cooring when APP
piled scenery Of sky, and stream and landscape The
American poets have generally fallen into gloomy musings
when rejecting by their resde the phases Of Autumn
Bryant the best Of all those who ply the de trade in this
land of and Of the shrewdest Observers whose eyes
in quest Of hidden beauties amid the tapestries that
adon the great temple of the Universe, has Numbered into
the strain when speaking Of this Of the
| ried year" He says:
"The melancholy days come
The saddest Of the year."
We for the too prevalent dsparagement the
vivid beauties Of Autumn only by surprising that people are
in the habit of taking granted what their avore poets
have say Of the meamophoses of nature For certainly
who has been in the habit of observing the Of
the West has mbbed the belief that they
arerghtuy termed melancholy from his observations 1t
would be idle in the extreme for such indulge in the
luxury of wo" and to pratc Of "hick coming fancies
when porayng the progress Of Autumn II is OF this
season. Of all Others that has its share Of dea days and
gloomy nights, hut il is not of il peculiarly Autumn
sometimes falls into the melting mood gets over blue and
looks cloudy doops her head like pentent sheds
| that
"Like the rain drops fall without measure"
and manages get respectfully melancholy But this
her mood and aspect and she is adj
dcted than the rest Of the sterhood Of IF she
contrves sometimes to look like cowled and longpped
monk wrapped in of sackcoh, does Winter and
Spring, and Summer, Your gay, esh laughing fowery
redcheeked Spring does not always dance with light fan
tastc toe along smiling mountain tops and the green
swards Of verdant valleys How often does she look mel
ancholy hooting owl, and freeze up the sparkling
streams nip the fresh blossoms, and blight the green foliage
Of the forests Then there is Summer with its hot breath
and thunder clouds that often pous like spoiled child and
opl frof~a lonEc .h~.c.
there is old desoae Winter, with cces for eyelashes
who how like hoarse through the forests and clothes
the earth in mantle of virgin Sere and yellow me-
anchoy often INDUCED by all the seasons and by no
means a characteristic Of Autumn.
Each has its peculiar beauties and gories
Winter has its domestic comforts and its iresde revely
Spring rich in its fragrant winds, flowers and bird songs
Summer has its fruits its rich harests and yellow grain fields
which sway like the the before the rushing winds
and Autumn has lis mellow and somewhat saddened splen-
dor in which think there something more exquisite
s than be claimed for either of the other seasons
When look at Winter, Spring, and Summer Fancy's
glass; feel not robbng them of any tribute which
is due to them If we say with Burns
although this fair and that was braw
And you the boast Of A. the town,
sighed and said amang them a.,
We are ma Mary Morrison.
Autumn is Mary Morrison and we are familiar with
every bnk Of her bonnie black eye" and evey Pallas
tone Of her "vcrl nctnred lip" She comes before our
mind in its dreamy hours Egea did before Numas She
the embodiment Of all beauties which charm the sense and
there is much richness strength tenderness poetry and
eloquence in her DISCOURSE that the revolving year.
monarchy and not republic she would certainly be entitled
to the throne
What delicious influence the mind while the
wchery Of Indian Summer fingers the haze that hangs
over river and plain and the ake effects of the frost sp
mt visible the countless hues that painted each
hill side. Go away from the dust and dscor of the city at
this and though you will with any of those
sweet south winds that rifle the fragrance Of the crocus and
hyacinh in the early spring. and though you will the
blue voets nesting the turf the hum OF busy
insects and the melodies of ovenakng Birds yet, you
either poet philosopher, you will find ample compensation
for the absence of such influences" in the delights
which crowd upon you The leaf which, parting from its
parent wig, reels and whs the "eddyng gusts de-
sends TO the ground breaches eloquent Sermon
richer philosophical DISCOURSE and chants poetcal
hymn than escaped the lips of humanity Many the
luxurious visions that have felt while reclining at full
length under monarch oak, and listening to the
yae Mighty trees,
In many lazy syllable repeating
Their old poetic legends TO the Winds
Autumn is the glory Of the seasons and the Indian Summer
is the browning glory OF Autumn There is genuine
life in hour spent under the smoke aempcred suneams
at that than in whole day under the assuds of
Spring. the heats of Summer, the icy influences of Winter
The Indian Summer heavenly and insirng and ln=
gers longer and more lovingly in i r n"n. ~
pulse bounds wildly and The joyous sensations Of perfect
health felt in every and thrill each slender nerve
The spiders Of melancholy do then their webs over
the feelings do heaven ascending thoughts fall like wound
ed brds huierng down earth The frosty morning IS
followed by joyous day, and the day closed ny sunset OF
the most imperial grandeur and magnhcence Heaven and
Garth mngc the distant nss and to conspe TO make
happy There IL serenity in the cloudlcss sky and
camness on HILL in valley, and the smoky river The
r n. tol thta