Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1845-11-13
FROM THE new YORK MIRROR.
AUTUMN.

| NJ OIuAN.
The writers. both of prose aud poetry ap-
pear TO have fixed upon this season of the
year, the black "seal" of melancholy, as
though these were in reality the most sorrow
ful days of the three hundred aud sixly-fve-
1t certainly sounds very interesting in poetry :
&c The melancholy days arc come,
| The sadcst of the year
But this is only the dic,um of poet, after all,
and 1t may be one of those Licenses they are
proverbial for taking with the seasons as well
as with their prosody sometimes.
We think there is something peculiarly at
tractive and loveable in autumn-with its
sere and yellow leaf-ils que, and repose-
when nature is throwing off tho gorgeousness
OF her summer apparel, and preparing Tor her
winters nap-we hold with Prentice, that
''each season has its own peculiar beauties
and glories. Winter has its domestic com
iorls and lis fireside revelry-Spring is rich
IN It's fragrant winds, flowers and bird songs
Summer has its fruits, its rich harvests, and
yellow granfelds which sway like the waves
OF the sea before the rushing Withstand
Autumn has its yellow and somewhat sad
dened splendors, in which we think there is
something more exquisite still'' than can be
claimed for either oil the other seasons
And that writer beautifully observes
"W!ien we look at Winter, Spring and
Summer in "Fancv's glass;" we feel we are
not robbIng them OF any tribute which is due
TO them if we say with Burns:
"Though this fair and that was Draw
And you the boast of a the town,
sighed and said among them a.
We Mary Morrison"
Autumn is our Mary Morrison, and we are
familiar with every "blink oil her bonnie eye,"
and every Pallas like tone of her ..linc.ured
lip" She comes before our mind in its drea-
my hours as Egerla did before Numa's. She
is the embodiment Of all beauties which
charm the senses, and there is SO much rich
ness, strength, tenderness, poetry and elo-
quence in her discourse, that, if The ''revov-
ing year" were monarchy and not repub-
l'c, she would certainly be entitled To her
throne"
Doubtless, with persons of sentimental
turn, TO whom nature has gwen tempera-
meni OF peculiar senstiveness the autumn
may engender melancholy tisappoinl-
ments OF the heart may press more heavily
sorrow may be felt more keeuly-lhe falling
leat may recall The memory of
The friends so linked together,
We've seen around US fall
Still there is a fellowship Of feeling with
the heart aud the season, and with manv there
is such charm in melancholy,
"They would not, if they could, be CAV
For our part, we are rather disposed to
view Autumn as the threshold of Winter, and
look beyond 1t to bright tire-sdes and happy
looking faces, and 10 sing ssWinler is coming
who cares :" If The summer has passed-it
may be that the summer of the heart has not
gone by, and so long as that remains, all
seasons may be frightened with lis sunshine.
ii the present be sad, we know that change
must come, for change now marks every thing
around us-if depressed, shake of the incu-
bus Tor the piniohs Of hope will still bear us
TO brighter future. AS the poet Peabody
says:
How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast
IT'S like the memory left behind
When lov'd ones breathe their last
And now, above the dews of night,
The yellow star appears
So faith springs in the heart Of those
Whose eyes are bathed in tears"
The following beautiful conception is one
of Samuel Lovers
THE END OF THE ROAD.
"And there, whence there's never returning,
When we travel, travel we must,
May the gates be all free for our journey,
And the tears of our friends lay the dust"
Somebody, who has evidently got into the
world through some odd mistake. has written
this -
What are anothcrs faults to me
Pye not vulturc's bill