The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1849-10-08
.'Ihou art bearing hence thy roses,
Sweet Summer, fare thee WE'LL"

The hues OF an American autumn!
no shall paint them? What's poets vocabula-
ry or what painters palette shall furnish the ma.
terlal: Among the word artists, who had sue.
ceeded best in the task, is Mr.. Motley, in his
merry Mount" We must content ourselves
with an extract or two from his description:
An autumnal day, such as exists only in the
western hemisphere, was shining upon Shaw
NUT, or, as 1t must now be designated, Boston,
Ihe stately groves, which adorned without en-
numbering the picturesque peninsula, the scat
'ered rees oil colossal size which decorated its
triple hills, wore the gorgeous drapery OF an
American TALL. Unlike the forests of the older
world, which, thinly clad in their beggar w eds
oi Drown and russell stand shvering and sig hing
III the dark and misty atmosphere, the monarchs
oil the western soil had arrayed themselves in
robes OF Tyrian purple and crimson, scarlet and
gold, and like reckless jewellers in some plague
struck city, attired in all their carnival bravery,
ana beneath vault OF crystal radiance, were
awaiting the destroyer's stroke. The recent pill
grlms from the older world wandered through
these glowing and ghttering woods with admir-
ing eyes. The forests seemed like the suberra
mean groves with which the African enchanter
charmed Aladdin where rods of blossoming ru
pies, and boughs overladen with topaz, emerald,
sapphire and diamonds, dazzled the eve with
thelr luxuriant and intertangled magn6cence,
ana where every footstep fell upon countless
neaPs OF crushed but sparkling jewelry. Or, as
the eye rested upon some hill, covered from base
10 summit with its radiant tcliage where every
prlsmatlc color seemed flung at random in one
confused and gaudy mass, vagraut fancy mi . hit
have deemed it NATURES mighty palette, with all
the blent and glazing colors wherewith she
paints the ranbows, myriads oil which seemed
struggling and wreathing themselves through the
forest branches to float into the coudess heav.
ems.
There is no power in language to represent,
certainly not to exaggerate, the briIiancy of an
American forest in autumn. The precise reason
Tor the peculiarly which the foliage exhibits has
never been satisfactorily ascertained, but every
species OF tree and shrub seems to have tint pc.
cullar to itself. Upon that memorable morning
which may be called the birth day of the Massa-
chusetts metropolis, the woods which decorated
the promontory, or covered the chain OF hills
which encircledt it, were still virgin from the axe
and were robed in all their natural glory. The
oak still retained his foliage undiminished, but
every leaf, though green in the centre, was edg.
ed with scarlet, and spotted with purple; the
sumac bare and leahess, lifted its crimson crest:
the grape vines hung around every cliff festoons
oil clustering coral; the red maple first TO be
transtlxed with the frost arrow, stood with every
eai cFimsoned in its blood; the hickory looked
HAe Soiueh Uee uanSplanted from some Vege-
table mine, as it displayed its long leaves of pale
metallic yellow; the birch looked like flaming
torch, ut for the hand OF autumn's goddess, when
seeking through the world her ravished Proser-
pine; while, mingled with and contrasting SOL
omniy with all, the dark pines held on high their
plumes OF faieless green.
This is the nearest to faithful picture of our
autumnal woodland scenery, that we remember.
And il any one imagines That it is exaggerated
that there is too profuse an expenditure OF rich
and brilliant colors,-let him take drive ten or
twelve miles into the country. and he will soon
tie sdtISned mat the picture is not III,
and that mastery as it is, it conveys but an i'm
perfect idea of the original Boston Transcript