The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1853-09-25


are called into requisition full an hour and
half sooner than was their wont two months
ago. Tawpy autumn is creeping upon US
The year 8 growing ancient
Nor yet on summers death, nor on the birth
or trembling winter.
L the fields dun and sober robe shrouds the
bright hues of June flowers have shrunk into
their beds. and in meadow, plain and orchard q
ripened desolation pervades the prospect. The
woods have not faded-does anything ever fade
here but in nobler, warmer and more genial
colors. does their foliage glisten in the short
evening sun. Now are maidens and herbarists,
curious album makers and spirited botanists,
seen to Chamber rocky heights, and perforate.
with many tear and many scratch, thick
woodland Businesses to gather the bright purple
or the soft yellow maple leaves-sweet relics Of
America Ito be carried far away, perhaps, and
contemplated hereafter as trophies Of travel.
Now are farmers counting their gains, and
planters summing up the fruits of their sum-
mer's toll Now are lovers signing ut the dull
prospect of dead leaves, and-gloomier still
of soil hardened by illnatured frost. and
whitened with fakes of snow and isles of ice :
for them
1t were lot too blest
For sge in autumn's col bred shades to stray
Amid the Kisses Of the soft southwest
To rove and dream for aye
For we are already more than halfway through
September.
What dispiriting fact for the countless
| throng Of fashionables who have starred it at
| Saratoga, at the Falls, on the st. Lawrence,
and elsewhere, during the summer season AL
ready do we see them returning, with un-
starched collars and limp skirts, to their win
ter's home. Young ladies-who still answer
to that term-are compromising the disap-
pointments of the campaign against its plea
sures. and forgiving Fate for its rigors in
matrimonial point of view in the sweet con-
temptation of balmy evenings spent under
spreading elms with those they love beside
them. Men-shall we call them men who
have fed the city to spend their money in lazy
lis,lessness at watering places--to dance
endless polkas and imbibe sherry cobblers
which resemble Elisha's cruise-have made
their minds up to the change, and are to be
seen landing in Chambers street and elsewhere
daughters. Fashionables are slowing away
linen coats in inaccessible drawers. Bareges
is resuming its modest retreat in hiding-places
forever concealed from male eyes. Alpaca has
done it's duty, and descends in line direct to
our Irish valet. Broadcloth is once more as
sorting its supremacy.
All this because that despotic ruler Of fash
ionable humanity--the thermometer-ha fallen
few degrees in the scale which in view of its
effects, we may be permitted to call social. At
Sc Fahrenheit, linen is paramount, country
hotels are the only possible residences, laziness
the only rule, and sherry cobblers the only pos
sble beverage At &c the face OF the world
is changed. The country becomes bore Fifth
avenue paradise shutters that have opposed
an undaunted front to Soils hottest rays creak
once more on their hinges bright prsnastic
bues glisten on the walls, Daniel Webster's
portrait comes to light, and the polished ma
hOgaDy and rosewood once more reflect like
ness of their owner sable and dun, heavy silks
and-dare we say it ?-mouscliue de laine re-
place the tinsel habiliments of June and July
Mineral waters, that were essential to our
health two months ago, arc suddenly discover
ed to be prejudcal and our family doctor
honest fllow-candidly tells us that we had
better aband on sulphur springs and take one
of his an ti-bilious pills every ether morning.
Shall we deplore the metamorphosis Shall
we mingle our tears with those Of polite Mr..
Shocks OF Mr.. Jenkins, who have closed their
country hotels on the departure Of the amiable
Scroggins and family Heaven forbid IT'S
the part Of philosopher not only to resign
| himself to whatever Providence DEGREES. but to
| extract pleasure from misfortune, joy from dis
appointment The chemist does not more sue
than the man Of the world from the cessation Of
the gay season at the watering places.
Why should he not Small credit to him. in
sooth, for his Wanted philosophy. Have we
not delicious season of balls, and hops, and
musical parties, and conuersaziones of distin-
at hand? Have we not Mr.. Brown ready at all
hazards to award diplomas Of responsibility
and introduce hapless youth to the mazes OF
| New York fashion and society? Have we not
concerts coming thick as Vallembrosa leaves
| upon us?-with Stickinni's fiddle and Tickini-
mis- sweet tenor voice, and ever so many
Pickininis, ready to sing any thing, from
basso profundo to alto or to play any
instrument, from the violin with one string
to the kettle drum Have we not ar
| opera, with Max Maretzek and tribe o.
stars coming like locusts to devour the fat
| of the land until Mario and Grisi mono
police the field? Is there not Julien, a
Wallack, Burton, Greeley. Forrest among
US, to amuse the public with clever acting and
sublime charlatanerie? Who could tire Of
such inimtable counterfeits as these Who
when the pit thermometer is below seventy-Gve
degrees-co refrain from laughing at Bur-
toms? Or who-when the Tribune is sold for
two cents-could grudge hearty gufaw at