American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-10-17
From the Columbia Spy.l
OCT 0 BER AND AUTUM MN.
"Sweet Autumn! Sabbath of the year!'
Some love thy golden day
The bloomy hectic of thy cheek,
How lovely in hecnN'

"SWeet Autumn! Sabbath of the year!'
Some love thy golden day
The boomy hectic of thy cheek,
How lovely in decay!
Yet melancholy thoughts will come,
TO see thee waning to the tomb!''
We are in the midst Of October with its
wailing winds and signing beezes reminding
US that MELLOW MN,--'sad and melan-
choly"-is waning fast, and that the storm
season verges nearer and yet nea rcr, and that
hoary-headed Winter will soon be upon US, in
all the herceness of his surly nature. The gay
old woods, which have presented to the eye an
unbroken raiment of vivid green during the
sweet season of Summer, have DOTTED the bright
robes in which they were clad by the genial
influence OF the gentle STRIPPING Spring, and
are now arrayed in all the gorgeous drapery of
the Autumn-time-in purple, green and gold
and fiaunt out in their borrowed plumage, Of
every hue and every dye, lending the very
witchery of enchantment to the open face of
Nature. Autumn is the connecting link be-
tween the scorching Sunshine Of the otherwise
lovely Summer-season, and the hoar-frosts and
the snow-drilts of the gray-bearded old mon
ster, who annually envelops the earth i'll
mantle of white, and comes stormng into cX
istencc to blight the beautiful vcrdure Of the
whole broad world. Yet, although thou art
the fore-runner Of the stern and remorseless
Winter-tme art thou lovely with it all, SOM
bre Autumn! Under thy captivating influences
the Orchard-trees are loaded with rich clusters
of golden fruit, and all nature is rife with mild
ness and with beauty; and then, too, thy rich,
radiant, glowing Sunsets, when as eventide
steals over the land, the glorious Orb of Day
''pales his Intellectual fire." and descends TO
give life and JOY to another hemisphere, thro'
a cloud of crimson richness, which changes to
a soft vermillion ON the far edge of the horizon,
and stretches off towards the very zenith Of the
vast blue dome, tingng it with softer glory,
and rendering that which was singularly love-
ly before, strangely magnificent. There is
something inexpressibly sublime and thrilling
and even melancholy in solemn Autumn. Its
nipping frost, which whtens hill and Valley
which glistens on the spire crowned, crowded
city--which visits the hamlet and the town,
alke-and in the end strips the tall old trees
of their jack-daw covering, and strews the
whole glad Earth with their withcred and dy-
ing leaves, anon to cover them deep with a
cold, white winding sheet of virgin snow, is a
sublime likeness of the evanescent and heeting
existence of GoD's great creature, Man! which
thrills the heart, and speaks to the understand
ing and causes melancholy musings'in old and
young. Yet the Autumn-time is liked with all
its gloomy fore -shadowings, for one can wan
der out in the soft moonlight of clear Octo
Der evening and drink in deep draughts Of in
spiraton from its very melancholy, and ask for
no sublimer companion than the vast quietude,
the solemn stiffness, and the golden glory of
sad and melancholy Autumn!
Autumn and October are here, yet they will
be gone anon, for the heet-footed Time is
stealing them away, and will soon lead them
from the face of the earth, never to return as
they leave us. How many Of us will be here
to greet the season and the month which shall
take the names of those now about to depart,
a twelvemonth hence? A few, possibly, but
which of us shall it be? Let Him who holds
US as the apple of his eye answer, for he alone
is omnpotent.
sAutumn Leaves,-Auumn Leaves
Lie strewn around us here!-
Autumn Leaves!-Autumn Leaves
How sad-how cOld-how drear!
How like The hopes of chidhood's day
Thick, clustering on the bOngh-
How like those hopes is their decay
How faded are they now!