Washington telegraph., 1856-10-15

bring-the ranible in the forest. the eager
search for the treasures of the woods
to hoard away for the winter evening
frolic; or the gathering of chosen friends
beneath the lofty oak or mur;iuring pine,
while the day glided by in such compan-
ionship, as seldom is vouchsafed to us in
life's ripper years And yet another beau
ty these days can boast At no time can
the mind SO completely withdraw itself
| from the hustle and turmoil of the world
and contemplate, with fit spirit, the i'm
mutable DEGREES of Heaven Fiat
which extends to all things-the mysteri-
Gus order of Change which the Almighty
has ordained The forest becomes Sane
tuary, and every falling leaf monitor,
which speaks eloquently to the heart of
man and breaches sermon which must
per force come home to the understanding
of all. No casuist's vagaries can evade
the voice which pervades all naturel No
skeptic's mockery, make of no avail the
lesson which is taught by the harmonious
workings of that system which knows ''no
variableness nor shadow of turning" yet
works so wondrous transformation. For
the boughs which naked and bent down
with ice, made mournful signing in the
wind of winter, with the spring time grew
beautiful with foliage and answered the
wooing of the zephyr with pleasant MUIR
murs; and all through the summer time
| flung out upon the passing breeze the
music of perfect life. And now the
beautiful raiment of verdure which drap-
ed them and shielded them from the heat,
grows lustreless with age; and as the
leaves of other years have faded and fall
en-, mingling with their parent dust, so
shall this gorgeous forest garniture become
a part of earth, and again the naked
limbs
+Stand staring, bare into the air"
But again-and yet again-ever as it has
been in the years that are with the flood,
shall the spring time bring to every twig
lovely garb, and we behold the forest in
its emerald robe.
By this we are taught to bide oar
time What, though the storm may rage,
and the desolate and barren heart may
moan as the tempest Of adversely shrieks
around it what, though the hopes that
made glad and bright the early years of
life, may have been nipped by the bleak
winter of sorrow, there is the promise that
Joy shall come in the morning." and
the gladness of the Past return But we
shall not see as now we see. ''This mortal
shall put on Immortality, and the death
less spirit shall grow lovely in a bright
er garb which snail not iade This is the
proIuise-and how tolcibiy does the les
son. which it bids us heed well, come
home to the mind And at this time how
solemn the voice which speaks to US. In
the natural world the hand OF the reaper
is busy, the spirit of decay is at work.
And we know not the moment when the
viewless power will breathe his voiceless
summons in our ears We know not how
soon upon our ears may fall the cry of the
strick. how soon the wall of the sor-
rowing will echo mournfully over our
land 1t is well at such a time to muse
npOn-
The knell, the shroud. the mattock and the
grave;
The deep. damp vault. the darkness and the
worm.r
| And even though, to some, the revery
bring saddening recollections of the darken-
ed chamber, the silent football, the whis-
pered word, the suffering inmate, and
bitter thoughts of the final scene,-al
though the wife may remember the hour
when she closed the eyes of him to whom
all her love was given, and feel renewed
the grief which will forever weigh heavily
upon her spirit, although the parent may
miss the smile that flung holy light up
on the hearth-stone, and the infant voice
that was music to the soul; though the
orphan, wandering sadly where the brown
leaves rustic beneath his tread, may weep
for those who welcomed him from his boy
ish sports; and though when friends are
! gathered around the festive board, they
drop the silent tear for those whose voices
shall greet them on earth no more forey.
| ler,-unto all these the Promise yet re.
mains; and though Memory may bend
tearfully over the tomb, yet from the
shadows which enwrap the last resting
place of earth can Hope and Faith lool
upward to the better world. There sor
row never enters and decay is unknown
The days grow not dark with gaief, ant
those who love are never called upon t.
mourn And he who rightly thinks vii
heed the monitor. Each one may tax,