Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1856-10-28
Autumnal Thoughts.

It's pervadlng melody--its mild though SOL
emn lniiuences-stir the hearts hidden
depths and enter into the "veiled cham
bers OF It's imagery with such subdued
but thrilling force, that we willingly Weld
ourselves TO ITS mournfui spirit, and listen
to ITS sad bat not harsh voice. With en-
circtinS hills and extended plains covered
with forests, whose thousand -hued foliage
clothes them as with garments dyed in the
fountain OF primal colors, and nature glow
ing with the sunshine of early November
who can turn away from the elysan
beauties that brood like halcvon charm
over the departing glories of the dying
year. 1t is not all fancy, when sometimes
we are ready TO believe that
There is dreamy presence everywhere
As II OF spirits passing to and fro
We almost hear their voices in the air,
And feel their balmy pinions touch the brow,
. We feel as if breath might put aside
he shadowy curtains of the spirit land;
Revealng all the loved and glorI
That death has taken from affection : band" +"
And with the memory of the cherished
ones who were ministering angels on the
earth, often come thronging back count
less recollections of the unforgotten past.
on which the mind loves to linger in pen
sWe thoughtfulness, while the heart is
gently touched with the tenderness of sor-
row. Then we recall our communinps
with kindred spirits, and are sad to think
how many endearing relations have been
broken as time has made his rapid nioht.
Mingled with these come warnings after
the undimmed light of childhood's home.
when the hours flew by on wings of down.
and the future arose before g vounp-eved
fancy" like vision of Paradise from
above.
Queen of the year is Autumn. Maiesty
Sis like a dladem upon her brow;
The smile of heaven is In her clear blue eve,
As with a passionless and gracious mien
She walks the quiet earth, and everywhere,
BY forest field and garden, hill and dale
Writes words OF wisdom, which young and old,
The high and low, may read and understand,
And practice and grow better"
How unmindiul are we of these teach
lngs when health, prosperity, success,
troops OF friends" and all the other
blessings abound by which we are ena-
lied 10 comfor, and adorn life With those
who have never known any real care felt
any deep grief, or been suddenly checked
~ the eager pursuit of some cherished
~ NV 44JttlIiS tt liltSc IIllDIeSS-
IONS. But how differently it is with the
,hlldren Of misfortune, whose hopes have
been blasted and ambition wrecked. and
OF whom life's calamities have pressed
heavily. until they have known such al
iilcton as 3 'orlnlleth up the spirit" With
such. "A sense of utter desolatIon gathers
around the heart ike pail of despair,
when the withered leaf rustles at their
feet; the low sighing of the Autumnal
winds Is to them a sound that chills the
j lItc-blood at It's very source.
OF far-reaching meaning are the seri-
+ Gus medltatons of such as cling with trust
ing faith, through all vicissitudes, to Him
. who spoke as never man spoke" and
who for the whole human race was
touched with the feeling of our infrmi-
ties Earth retires within itself and
man goes to his long home; and if the fall
/ en- leaf eniblens his earthly destiny, SO
too does the gorgeous offering which ma
ture annually lays on the Frost-kings al
tar, family toreshadow, as " through a
glass darkly," the respondent glori:s that
await the good beyond deaths cold flood.
Autumnal scenery has beauties all It's
own. On 4 clear frosty morning, when
the cloudless sun is rising up from the hor-
lion, observe how softly his rays first tinge
the distant mountain tops; watch the mag
Ic transformation as next IS gilded the
prisnatic drapery that crimsons the ma
lestIc forests, and coming down nearer
and nearer, see how the golden beams are
soon flashed dazzlingIy back from village
Sp lres and FURNISHED windows, and then
are flung into every valley and over every
landscape, until the whole earth is bathed
IN the pure light, and the richest gicries
of Autumn are revealed When the sky
is shrOuded III gloom, go where the pine
and the willow make their moan" MN
-ied with the deeper-toned music of the
woods as they bend before the premonito-
ry blasts of winterl Do they not, in meas.
ured cadence, seem to be singing the re-
QUEEN of the departing year,
There is q familiar saying that the
swans last song Is the sweetest she sings,
and Just before death, that she plumes her.
self most brilliantly and expires in a kind
of triumph. So, | ofCen think, IL is with
the last bright days of Autumn. Between
the chilling winds of Fall and the drift
ing SHOWS of Winter, how like sunshine
between two clouds does the Indian Sum
lHti tCtiit ~ gnu int itot i)ItdSdlit Std>OI
Not too warm nor too cold, but mild and
agreeable, we seem TO enjoy 1t best and
love it most Soon 1t will be with u.s.
We always hail it with delight and part
/ from 1t with regret-as we meet and bid
adieu to a fovorlte and trusted friend
/ Months will then intervene befoie the ev-
( er welcome time of buds and leaves, flow
ers and fruits will return. But all the
/! charms and beauties OF nature will not GO.
/ Winter has many and grateful sources of
happiness. Let us wisely improve them
and be thankful TO the bJuntiful Giver of
every good and perfect gift.-D. ". Bal
! lou, Jr.
Eezy@ 81 like to see the dear little crea-
lures amuse themselves, said Mrs. Brown,
when her eldest boy took visitors new
bonnet. and affixed 1t to the tail of his kite.
/ +ba rrao1 old la1u In