Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1850-10-23

1he reign OF the Dog-Star has ended,
and now
Autumn is in the forest, hymning forth
wild farewell to Summer"
and its pcryading melody, and gentle, sol
emn influences so stir the hearts veilsd
depths, and penetrate the chambers of
its imagery with such subdued but thrill.
ing power, that even angelic Tyres might
yield to its inspiration. With encir-
cling hills and mountain gorgcs all around
us, mantled with forests whose ny-hued
foliage clothes the earth as with garments
dyed in blood, and nature glowing in the
mellow sunlight of October, even brain
of lead could not but acknowledge the
elysian influences that brood with halcyon
charm, around, above and within
Z" There is n dreamy presence everywhere,
A. II OF spirits passing to aud fro;
We almost bear their voices in the air,
And feel their balmy pnion- touch the brow.
We feel as if a hreota might pat as6ie
Th- shodory curtain # He sldritiand:
E'reoliny "H Tie torsd and gio,if,d.
Thot dccth has trLsa from. aG.cttO"'s band"
And with the memory Of the beatifcd
spirits Of loved ones, who were minister
ing angels ON earth, come tlronging back
countless "reminiscences of the far past, on
which the heart loves to lingcr in pensivc
con;empl plati0n-the communingof of kindred
minds-bri.ht hours Of social intercourse
-unbrokcn circles around lircside sanctu-
aries affections band scattered, with
flight Of time, to the isles # the sea, and
TO strange lands far over the blue waves of
the ocean, or its cherished ties severed by
.Azracl's fell touch, the icy hand of death.
And mingled with these, come gently
stealing in ycarnings after the undin med
sunlight of childhood's home, with its
l,allowed scenery and associations, when
the hours few by on wings of down, and
;hcvisioned future loomcd upb before young
eyed Fancy like the Paradise above:
"uuocn Of the year is Autumn. Majesty
Sits like n iia'i.m upon her brow;
The smiic Of heaven is in her clear blue eye.
- With ia>>Oulr>s and gracious inrn
>.c walks the quiet earth, aud evsrywher-,
RN forest. field and garden. hill and cair,
Writes words If wisdom which the young and ole,
The hi.h and low, may read and uud sstsac,
And practice and grow better.
With what complacency her teachings arc
received when health, wealth, troop. Of
friends. and all lifc's comforts abound.
And with those who feel no care and have
known no real sorrow, how cvanescent
are the impressions so lightly craven.
But how different is it with the sons of
misfortune, whose hopes are blasted, whose
fortunes are wrecked, and on whom life's
burdens and calamitics press heavily, ill
ike a scorpion girt with fire, they taste TO
the full such afil;c:ion as drinkcth up the
spirit With such, sense of utter desc
lation settles around the heart like pail
Of despair, when the falling leaves rustic
at their feet in the eddying blasts; and
the low wall of autumnal winds is to them
kncll that chills the life-hlood in its very
citadel
Thoughtful. and Of far-reaching import,
are the solemn meditations of those who
cling with trusting faith, through all
iifc's storms. to Him who trod the wine
press Of wrath for our race, and can be
. touched with the feeling of our infrmi-
ties Earth retireth within herself, and
man goeth..to his long home. But as the
fallin. leaf images mans earthly destiny,
50 does the gorgeous holocaust which ma
ture annually lays on the frost-king's al
tar, faintly forcshadow, as througha a glass
larkly,' the supernal glories which await
the redeemed beyond deaths swelling
food
-Autumnal scenes have their own pc
culiar beauty. Observe, for instance, on
a clear frosty morning, when the uncioud-
ed sun mounts up from the horizon, how
he first puppies the distant mountains
then watch the magic transformation as he
next reveals the prismatic drapery that
crimsons the hills and widespread forests
and coming nearer, and creeping down,
his rays are presently flashed glorlously
back from village spires and FURNISHED
windows, and flung into every ravinc aud
messy dell, till the whole scene is basklns
in the warm sunlight, and flooded with
autumn'S richest glories.
And when the sky is shroudcd in gloom,
come where the 'pincs make moan, and
hcarken to the thought-inspiring music of
the old trec-tops, as swaying to and fro
in the premonitory blasts Of winter, they
seem, with solemn cadence, to be swelling
4 dire for expiring nature.
And again, look out at midnight when
the mountains are in flames, and all round
the horizon the autumnal night-hrcs spread
on the wings of the wind, in lines OF lurld
Eight. sublime and terrible-likc fiery ser
pents seeking, with baleful convolutions,
to grasp earth's richest treasures in their
deadly folds and bear them away to Plu-
to's domains as burnt-ofering for the
damned: ,limly emblematie, perhaps, OF
the sere and yellow leaf in the lifetime