True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1855-11-21
DEATH OF THE YEAR.

ANsoN G. CHESTER, the gifted editor
of the Buffalo Erpress, breaches The fol-
lowing beautiful aud touching sermon on
this autumn time: ..
There are single words which contain
more emphasis, more meaning, than can
be found in many volume. Say simply
| Heaven TO The follower Of The cross,
and his soul is suddenly filed with celes-
tial rapturey Say home 10 the exile and
youhave recited the tenderest poem tha
could be constructed. Say Mother to
the obdurate criminal and lis heart will
melt like lead within a furnace. Say
Autumn 10 the poet, and his fancy is at
once uncurbed the springs of his Pathos
are unsealed-and The harp of his passions
is swept by fingers that never sweep those
cords in vain. sgs t.te, :.
Nature dies annually. Habit has rem
dered us indifferent to the circumstance,
else it would move and profit lis. We
witness the process and progress of the
disease that conquers her at last-sce the
burning Summer fever that follows the
sweet and heallhful Spring of her exist,
ence observe the Autumn hectic that
0uslles her cheek, and the after psllor thai
settles there watch her dying throes,
her death and finally see her sweet clay
clad in The lily shroud Of Winter, and her
surprising beauties committed to the
tomb; and all this without pang, per
haps withouta a thought. Oh men are
strangely hard-hearted. Few they are
who will leave their business, their pleas
ures even for an hour 10 attend The mourn
full funeral Of Naure--and TO enrich them
selves with the grave suggestions Of tht
hour. ar'V7 ord. .nr .'t, n.
Again the time Of her death comes on
Strength has departed from her limbs
her snews are enfeebled-her veins are
fast drying up-Slower and yet slower
pace the throbbings of her great heart
feebler and yet more feeble are the tick
ings Of her hidden, pulse--paler and more
pale grows her gentle cheek-dimmer
and more dim wakes the light Of her elo-
quent eye. Who watches the invalid as
she passes away3 Who loves her 50
well that he will not suffer her 10 die
alone !! l rs .,.4 81
The days ofthe violet have gone the
days Of the heat-when the earth approach
cs nearest TO the furnace of the sun, and
warns herself thereat until huge bead.
Of sweat glitter upon her forchead-havt
passed away; the harvest is gathered
the bounies of the year are garnered up,
She who dies has bequeathed rich lega.
cies to the world, which it will enjoy
when she is not. Strange, that nthe en-
joyment of the legacy, we should basely
forget the source from whence il came,
But we do. .".. ..'-.
+ lie. the brown leaves fall. Let the
herbage shiver and wither, Let the shrill
winds. whistle over the dead plain ant
through the naked branches. We are
filed with good, and care moi for the gen
eral desolation by which we are esurro,ln,
ded. Welive tho nature dies. ~ .'.i
And yet there are eyes which are bin
ded BY scalding tears as they see the clio
sing hour draw nigh. For when she,
whose end is at hand, sunk 10 rest before
she sunk not alone, but took with he
those who were precious as life. OF. Heav
en-. And their grief returns to. them now
like an evening foe, who having beer
once Gciled and having gathered new
strength for the contest comes to crusl
US with bis power, Let the dry leaves
fall. They shall besprinkled and mois
tenedby the tears Of unnumbered weep
ers, ,.{ .S..,,3. =. !. aai
= The deathyofothe year! ltis a tim,
for solemn reflections, for subdued fan
es,for holy resolutions. ltis time Il
be treasured, not wasted. There is poe,
Try in the air when Nature breaths he
last--lhere is admonition in The scene
when herbosom ceases from. It's ihrcbbing'
There is Joy in her going, for we know
that she will return again.
q The hour offers thee jewels. See tha
thou dost place them in a setting that i
seemly, and dost wear them proudly
Elise wilt thou lose a treasure such as an
gels covet.
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