The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1849-11-30
short Patent Sermon.
pY DOW JUNIOR.

words by VIC. Bryant =
Where are the flowers, the fair yoans howen,
That lately sprang AMI stood
In brighter light and softer airs,
A b,auteous sisteThoodl
Alas they all are in their graves,
The gentle race OF flowers
Are lying IN their lowly beds
With lire tar and good OF ours
The rain falling where they lie;
But the cold October rain
Falls not nom out the gloomy earth,
The lovely nesagan
nv hedrers-The dark October days are agnin
upon us. A dun melancholy mantle is thrown
Yer the landscape, and all nature looks as scrry
as n calf head hung at the door Of meat sllrp.
IL Is the month Of wailing winds. pusianimous
clouds naked woods, and meadows brown and
sere. The dead leaves lie Leaped up by the he'd
ges al the corners Of the fences and in the hollows
of the grove; silent preachers Of the morta y of
man ami the frailty Of all things appsrtaining 10
earth; bnt IN point OF beauty as attractive 10 tbs
eye as a pile If bricks by the roadside There
Is no music IN them how 4 few DAYS ago they
suug sweetly in the breeze, and their harps Sem.
ed tuned 10 the concerts Of angels IN heaven; but
now, when the gust sweeps over them, they muir
mur Ike restless and complaining spirits, uud FIRE
fully rustic beneath he travellers tread The
feathcred songstcr, have all gone to fulfil engage.
ments in the south, and tie halls Of nature are
left unoccupied for the season We hear no more
the tue bird latin lay, nor the robins evening
carol Tie black bris-thosc Ethiopian Aeiil
Mnsrcls have furstken Us and NIL We hear now.
are the harsh Seedlings O; the jay, and the yocisc
rous calls Cf the wary crow.
My irend--whcre are the t,owers the lcnii.
uui flowers that 20 lately doomed around u ani
filed the sir with their fragrance Alas they
are " their lowly beds! They fairly breathe out
their sweet soul! upon desert mir, Ike the violet,
OF virtue when oycrtopped nv the toad pantairs,
pokeweeas and skunk cabbages Of vice. Time
does no, spare these lovely creations of Nature,
and neither viii lie spare YOU my Young broth
err and sisters, who are now blooming and flour.
i>mne IN all the gay florescence of youth. You
viii fade rs they fide--fade as they fall--and
sink into the earth like thcm to rise again some h-
ture ,prug'
Ny dear triauis-the warm copious showers Of
April start INTO existence the annual plants, and
give birth 70 many a ford infant but whit u.
walls these cold DRILLING, uncongenml October
rams They strive inyain to bring renewed fresh
ness upon the faded helds--to restore the decay.
ell beauty Of the vales--tO make whole tom dra.
perry OF the Crovcs-Jr cause 10 rebOOm single
blossom IN the uligLted garland Of June. They
cant wake the flowers from their winters sleep
aud o for getting up an especial resurrection ir
their lonely sakcs, the idea night as well be enter
tanned OF rcsuscitatmg dead calm at sea with
par Of hand bellows. These sad and cherries
October days, my friends, seem to be clad in
mourning for the loss Of the oveliest thing ofearl.
and the ever and anon falling rains appear TO come
down upon utterly useless errands They fall ike
the tears Of friendship and affection upon new
made graves-wholly devoid OF the power Of re
calling the dead or causing the once active du. Ia
be reanlnated and embodied in the forms Of tlic
lost and beloved. The winds give n melancholy
moan aS they pass through the lonely pine, but
however much they may wall, how pluviopsly the
cioGds may sweep AMI the skies may sorrow tl,c
earth still hugs to her cold Bosom the dead child
rem Of nature; and it requires something more
than a common galvanic battery to wake them IL
gain into life and being Alas how short lived
are the Etlrc,t OF earths Objects and how short i,
the race Of life, performed by man, He gives one
hop and dies, like toad dug out of solid rock
My worthy frends-it is sad to see what tcy.
astatlon old Autumn makes in the garden, ant
blooming bowers Of summer. He is Old enough
We should think, to know better vet there j, Ia
doubt that whatever he does is all for the best
for he is agent of Nature Nature is Il part 81
Go5-and God * the essence OF goodness, mer,v
and love Look around You, my friends, AMI see
how many yol can count Of the young, the CAV.
and the beautiful who have persisted with th.
flowers" All many and many have budIcd to
bloom, ard blown 70 die As falls November
frost upon the green lcaye, so upon them has lui.
len the mi.dew Of death, when their hopes were
the brightest and their joys in full blossom
My hearers--these melancholy, suicidal djra
are to last but for time Spring will shortly
come again to restore the faded beauties Of hoe
trees, hills, groves, woodlands and meadows She
vii! cause the daiscs h!ics, violets, bu,tcr,up.,
dandcons cow,lip> and honeysuckIcs to rise from
their sepuchrc7, cohe themselves anew with
beauty and brightness, and bloom as was wont.
upon earth.
But my friends, while your hearts are cho,rei
and your ewes are deli shtcd with the app,aral,,.
Of those floral f.yorites the thought sometime rla.
lest, that departed friends must still sleep On her
everlasting sleep No genial spring, warm sun or
-olt Showers can start them from their slltn,
Graves They are dead dead To the world at
large and alive only in the remembrance of an af.
fecuonat' few, No, they are not dead but dcpAr.
ted They have lott IT,. sphere of sin, sorrow, az
Fiction and woe for another and far happier cy-
lstenee and there is glory in the hope OF meeting
them ct last in that blessed world where youth,
beauty. friendship and love remain fresh through
al eternity SomOt9 i be