Daily Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1854-1855, 1854-11-09
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ALFRED SANDERS, Em1oR


nayenpert, Thursday. Nov. %. 1851.
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The Weather
ibid anybody ever experience such de-
liRhtful weather. were about to ask
the question when it occurred to us that il
.veuld be a repetition OF similar inquiry
made each autumn Of the year. The deni-
Gems Of this favored portion of the great
globe do certainly enjoy exquisite weather
during the fall. and if any of the more fac
tious among them are disposed TO grumble,
or do not properly appreciate the blessing,
We hope the good clerk of the weather
who in gene raj has as much complaint TO
bear as Postmaster G,n,ia.-will
visit their Shortcomings upon US better-na-
tired individuals.
We write to let strangers know, that such
weather is not unusual but they must not
expect it to last all winter. Some morning
they will awaken to find the aground all
Covered with snow and such clustering
among the elements outdoors and flying of
snow flakes and whistling of crude Boreas"
through the window cracks, that they will
begin to accuse their friends Of having told
them falsely Of an Iowa winter Bat bum
die up and away to your business and if il |!
Do eighty take. your breath as You emerge !
into the cool air, you will soon find your
lungs respiring an atmosphere bracing and
health-imparting. As you return at noon
itmay be that you will be wondering with.
in yourself whether it could have been
fgment of the Imagination, or Of truth
that the wind did blow at morn, while now
al is so quiet and old Sol sits up there 20
complacently looking down upon you, as
though he had never witnessed sin nor un-
happiness since the Great Architect spoke
him into being.
Lies changes are as eyanescent as the I
weather. and it were folly to repine and '.re-
fuse to be comforted," because in our +
kaleidoscope journey over its uneven sur
face we encounter an obstacle less sur
mountabe than its fellows. Dark and
cynical indeed must be the spirit of that
man whose mind cannot be warmed into a
glow and his feelings attuned to a seraph's,
by the bracing exhiliaration OF such weather
as We are now enjoying.
.Oid'st not know, reader, that mems minds /
are as barometers! that the mercury Of thei
dispositions expands and contracts, as the
fluid IN that instrument, with every change
ofweather, Who could resist favor ask
ed upon such morning. Only he whose
natural afinties have become absorbed in
money getting Why the very children
shout louder and laugh more joyously, and
the birds-had they not all retired to their
winter quarters-would sing more sweetly
upon SO bright and beautiful m 1rninc. -
And yet, there is a sadness in the contem.
plation of nature, SO lately green and grow
ing now clad in the many-hued tints of
autumn. In the reflection, that the long
and luxurious grass that SO recently cover
ed our prairies, is now burnt and blaekened
by the scorchng flames that have swept
over them, casting their smoke on high,
giving luridness to the sun and, of an even
ing, murkiness to the atmosphere.
Bot we forget that our mission is that of /
the editor of daily newspaper. that we
cater for the minds Of men whose faculties
experience more enjoyment in the contem-
plation of the brightness of silver dollar
than of lovely morning; who are more in :
terested in the changes Of the money mar.
ket, than in those of the weather.