Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1854-09-27
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DEAR NJ iEDIToR This is the first day
/ have fob ut all like chanting a requiem
over the dying Summer. Fair, gentle, win
some child that she is, she has fingered low
ingIy in the lap Of Autumn, and be has
smiled caressingy upon her sportive dali
lance and encouraged her to remain until
she had well nigh forgotten that his coming
was to1haye been the signal Of her Night
But there has come a sternness to his brow,
this morning, which notwithstanding the robe
of sunny brightness he has seen fit to array
himself in, has served to sen the trusting
one shrinking and trembling away from his
side. We know she will return again before
the crispiag steps Of the frost king are heard,
and revel as of old amid her favorite haunts,
and fit through her best loved bowers that
she will chase the frowns from his brow and
wreatlle it in garlands still fresh and fair
and very beautifal; bat aiasl we know too,
that no more can she trest him as entirely
as before that prestige Of change struck SO
like the knell Of departing hope on his heart.
And how much more lovely does she seem IN
her evident reluctance to leave his side, than
when she stood out Atone, glorying in her
fervid blazing strength. She seems deter
mined to forget all save those first kindly
greetings, and soothing words, and gentle
smiles and she will continue to come back
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temper, that will soon become fewer and far
Their between and she bids her gentle zephyrs
stay, and her rich green drapings float on,
and her flowers brightly bloom, and her bird.
lings trili out their merry matin hymns
Aye, and even when the first rough frost kris;
is felt on her cheek, she will not turn indig
nant away from the rude salutation, bat ]
will call a rich rosy glow to her changing
face, and it will grow still more radiant be
meath the trembling bushes his whisper
awake. But she will learn, all too soon, tn
sad effects of her misplaced credulity ami
IKE dreary desolation that will follow.
? All! how mournfullE we will watch th
: death of her beauSifuf children. Torn by tt
4 relshtless Autumh's gale from the paren
n stepa, quivering q moment beneath the fla
q of his scourging wing, then fitting to tn
ground and mingling their varied hues in on
; common gravel 1t is the season too whe
5 still dearer blossoms are broken blythe blast
L when human dependencies fall thick and fa'
Y into the dim charnel house of death. VIII
h so fortunate as to be ignorant of its mournfl
g power in recalling the loved who have passe
y away. In every life there are seasons whic
memory will claim for herself-times whe
; it is utterly impossible to stop the flying
u her subtil fingers over those heart string
g which alone give out a low, mournful wa
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o out the harmony Of actual life nay, perhal
n that very harmony even was deepened, if n
actually born, out of'the sorrowful events v
! love to contemplate. We no longer despai
y ingly
"Weep for those who dieth-
"a For they sleep and are at rest;
q And the couch whereOn they lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast"
e More than that, far, far more we knC
from the deep Of our hearts
lp DEATHS but a path that must be trod,
lr If man would ever pass to God"
" / can recall the smile of a grandsire abe
III whose brow lay the s~ilvering frost of liz
We than eighty winters, as he replied to a loy
No ones remark-that he was almost grow
young again. mo! ah, no! / shall fut
u and sink with the first bevyof next Autumn
To- l~eaves!" And he did pass away, gently
ng they, aud was borne to the tomb astheirf
of rustling sound came up through the
Ter forest isles.
,at Even as | have written, a little nesting
,os ever and anon stole up to my side and lool
with his eager restless eye Of blue into mi
nu and then sprang away to his joyous past
I'm again. / only looked Down O moment on
OF round rosy face and turned to my W
rs. afFesh but the scene which it unveiled
in memory's hall, was deeper and sadder t
ma that transient glance bespoke. But a W
later than this, three short years ago, afe
you voice asked that Freddy might be brou
'n ! in and in answer to the summons a
am tiny babe was laid in his fathers arm
DON Time had not threaded his hair with g
lam nor ploughed one furrow across his b
It'll yet his knees shook beneath the ba
;nL light pressure, and the hand that wand
caressingly over its little dinnpled face
- thin almost to transparency. "If they c
kej but remember me-" he ntuFmured-the
r at remained unuttered, and the babe onlysn
pla. until they lifted and bore him away fro
L. parents last caress. And there is st
over younger p~rattling one in my quiet home,
o of large melting brown eyes, that toys a
dress a moment with her unintelligible
lHS Der, then toddles away to chase some p
pCeu anter fancy. Time had braided but
owe. months through the web of her young
ere she lay on my breast that most hel
e af- of human beings-a motherless babe /!
how left that mothers bedside but a day b.
: n taking with me her eldest born, and sht
no remarked spOrtively whilst / tied on my
W net" don't spoil her while you kee
uay' away" mo DANGER" was my reply i
, the same light strain, for | saw not the sh
plcn- of the angels wing" she shall suffer en-
lting I'll warrant" "Then, remember, l
warm expect 70 hnd her improved when you +
appi- mer 70 me- were re- me ne iast words Tnas Il !
Inc brow, God in heaven aid me TO train
once that those expectations shall be fulfilled
isery l present her to her angel mother
skies. Alb, these loved human blossoms
S the they fade and die, even as summers
beautiful children but a soothing frag
wr;so fingers about their memories still.
feel --
/, yet WIVES N CARpETs.-In the select,
runs of a CARPET you should always prefe
litors with small figures, because the two we
2 will which the fabrics consist are always