Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1855-09-20
For the Chronic ie
Autumn.

Forthe Chronicie.
Autumn.
Reader, did you ever 60 out alore on
rambling excursion upon one Of those fine
autumn days! II not try it; it is certainly
delightful. Each season has its charms, yet
love autumn for it produces kind oe pleas.
ureable melancholy alone peculiar to that
season. o, how love to rombe, over the
verdanIhll and view the lovely landscape
now and then enjoying the sweet odors watt
ed from some spicy grove or sequestered nook
while the cool autumhal breeze fans may
brow, expands my. lungs and inyigorates the
whole system.
Again how unspeakably plea SAINT to plunge
into the deep forest and follow some meand-
erihg path matted over with ivy and wild
eglantine while the gentle breeze 10 stirring
the sea Of leaves above my head, to admire,
that stately oak that has lifted its head high
in the blue ether of Heaven, no man know
ing how but Enthusiastically proveng the ex-
istence of an Allwse Creator. To see the
gray squirrel frisking Upon the ground then
quick as thought mount tree in quest Of
nuts-to hear his teeth grating upon the
hard shell on the inside OF which is tine luxury
which is to repay him for all his toil-to see
the timid rabbit start from its hiding place
and bound off at lightning speed, painting
with fear at sight of man-to see the chip
munk busy gathering and storing away its
winters provision from the Spontaneous prd.
duclions OF earth
o, ask who there is could resist the In
fluence OF such scenes, surely the wood. has
been the mother of more religion than all
the sermohs that were ever preached or writ
ten. To 60 to the orchard on the hill side
and view the beautiful and delicious fruit
Natures care to all her children just
With richest treasures, and an ample state,
Endows at large whatever happy man
VIII delgn to use them"
To 60 to the summit Of some high hill to
view an autumn sunset.
y, how rich is that amber light that CLEANS
from the West as the sun casts his last ling
erng look upon the world that is soon to be
shrouded in darkness but well has he done
his office, his genial rays have caused the
cells Of those wild flowers to burst, and their
seeds have buried themselves in the bosom Of
their mother earth, there to await their resi
direction. The sun being sunk below the
horizon, gray twilight comes on the time for
that innumera5le host of insects to come
forth from their hiding places and commence
I their notes of praise to him who has created
nothing in vain--and while listen to their
different notes my mind is soothed and is re-
| Elective faculties are awakened. think o.
the world Of human beings and what different
emotions have this day filled their souls
Many unlike the squirrel rather than ca,
through the shell would give up in despond.
ency, consequently will never be permitted
( to taste of the sweets of intellectual enjoy.
men,s. This day has parted friends tina,
were never before parted--it has seen the
brightest hopes forever blighted--it has seen
the close of earth clods over father, mother
brother, sister, son and daughter, husband ant
wife--und many are the pillows that will this
night be wet with the tears Of hesrt fell
anguish r'
This day hath seen the trembling nader
plight her love to him " no hath long wooed
it,this day hath heard too, from lips that were
but yesterday eloquent with love, the frs
harsh words that will forever destroy the hap
piness of wedlock. This evening too finds
many loving, but heart broken wife anxious
ly awaiting the return of a drunken husband
and while she is watching over the cradle o
sleeping innocence her thoughts are running
back when she was the joy of a fond father
and affectionate mother--where all wa:
pleasure, and she was anticipating for her
self long and pleasant life--but alas TO be
the neglected, half starved wife of a drunBar'
is more than she can bear ard she gives VI
in despair. But there is farer side to th
picture: there are home madeihappy by kin'
faters and affectionate mothers, and man,
tender ties.
But when I compare the happiness of m
fellow beings with their misery my hear
sickens and l am disposed to abstract m
mind from these reflections, retire to m
couch and ehdeavour to forget all in swee
dreams that may be prepared for the dutie
of new day.. n CHARLEY.
Rockhill Aug. 2Ist. 1855.