Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-09-10


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Still the broad riV IT rusheth- Az
| Still the calm silence husheth
| The hearts disease;
But who shall bring cur meetings
Who shall rec II shy gree tings N
Gentle strainf
Summers gonep
Yes the summer of SO has passed away. Beau
tfuI her step of pride upon the hills when the
morning sunshine beamed upon her brow, and
turned the dewy garlauds there to molten jewels.
Stately was her presence when the noontide's glory
robed her in its hues of lght-lovely shone her
fair face when the evening mists swept over il like
silvery Veil--holy and solemn grew her voice
when the Silly night came Cd, and she stood alone
| with God, her sire
True it is, thst the hosts of Autumn are not yet
upon us, with their mellow, hszy skies, and their
forest banners floating aloi, till they seem ar
my Of advancing rainbows Nay, but their mes
senger is here. Last night the young SEPTEMBER,
6rst.born Of the Autumn King, came to claim the
summers sceptre, and her crown ; and in the deep
midnight she sadly bowed her bright head, and de-
scended TO the dust The stars were yelled. il
in SORROW the river stole by on its onward course
wind, laden with sweet melancholy, and dewy tears,
came noiselessly up, and yet with longing for
sound, until, catching the echo of her last faint
sigh, he bore it, gently murmuring, away.
The reign Of the glad Summertime is over.
SEPTEMBER with his yellow livery, the herald Of
"the FALL" is here to-day. You may already note
his bazoned emblems upon the lower forest leaves;
they are craven with stylus dipped in molten gold.
The trees which under the fresh airs of June, were
ever redolent of dewy freshness still strong and
thick-leaved but they bear aspect of langor and
weariness-it is as if they carried human hearts,
treading YEARLY the thoroughfares of life. The
orchard the meadow, and the fields of golden corn
the waving cane, and the white tufted cotton are
telling now, not of the promise, but of the perec
ton of its performance. There is meaning calm,
the rich repose of maturity, which settles down
over the great heart Of nature, like that which
blesses strong tried soul, when the body passes
the full prime OF existence, to its first stage OF
waning and decline. A smile plays over the face
of the landscape, like that which lies, full of sweet
contentment and soft sadness, upon the lips of the
good and beautiful, when she says-"I mas
1t tells of passing away yet passing pleasantly,
that it leaves everything to hope, and nothing to
regret. As in the spring we looked forward
to the future, and in summer enjoyed the present,
SO now do we begin to refer backward to the past.
And when we think of the summer now, it is as of
things that haze BEEN for her bright presence has
passed away, and the remembrance Of joys, fresh
! and glowing as were once those decaying leaves
and flowers, are all that remain to remind us that
! once she lived.
A soft, azure haze lies along the mountain-tops
half obscuring their rugged outlines usually go
clearly drawn against the sky, and mellow misty
light settles down into the dGsky hooks and over
the valley, till the little river shimmers through as
| if it we're a chain of diamonds beneath young
brides veil. Come! let go out into the woods
again. You must bid farewell to glen and gorge
you must send to rock and singing stream soft
adieu, for time calls upon you again to take up
your pilgrims staff and shoon and "depart hence"
| Then while you may, gather up the light that
spaTkles on the river and hide it in your heart gar
ner up in your soul some of the sweet sleep that
! lies upon the hills, fill your bosom full of tender,
pleasant memories OF nature, for you will need them
in the crowded city; the bourne to which you must
! ere long be fastening. Some hours ago we thought
to gather for you bouquet of wild flowers, such as
we have often seen in pleasant rambles, and by
which you mightin after days remember the genial
| hours we've passed together here.
We went down by the edge of the dar forest,
where the angel of the rainbow is wont to rest his
wing, and where the blossoms that spring up from
the fresh mould are tinted by its varied dyes But
the faint morning sunbeam only gave a weird
mysterious light to the dim wood paths and fell
codly upon the messy bank, and rough gray stone.
The angels tinted flowers were gone. We passed
slowly along the borders OF the valley, where the
spring gushes up from its rocky bed to meet the
kiss of the sunbeam,-where the wild crimson
lilies wont to cluster and the tall spikes OF
the water-fag shook their thousand serried spears.
But the spot was changed, the young lily buds
had become brown seedy capsules; and the once
green 1ag-spears with their Haunting blossoms OF
azure and gold, had grown sere and yellow, and the
sedge rustled among them with metallic, melanr
choly sound. We wandered up along the rocky
| bluff above the river where the wood pinks and
columbines hung out their fairy bells, and where
the delicate bloom Of the laurel lay heaped upon
the rocks like overhanging sDOw-drift, tinged
! with the rosy hues of sunset. The brightness and
the bloom bad ed,-the bluffs looked gray and
desolate except where the deep evergreen of the
laures foliage Knocked the evanescence ofity fairy
and feeting blossoms. We sought tie green, hall
hidden dingle where the wild rose sprang TO blush
| ing life, amid the crowded denizens of the dark
old wilderness; and where the sunshine enters as
laughing child steals softly into some vast dim
lighted temple, cOnsecrated TO God. Pale and wan
the last rose hung dropping on lis slender stalk
and the gded butterfly that had nestled on its fra.
grant bosom when the sun went down, looked as
kance upon its faded beauty, ana huttered care
lessly away. So we gathered for you these field
asteTs, with their purple discs, aud wood verbens
with blood>drop burning in its heart; the long
golden spikes OF the solidago, and tufts of this
nameless blossom which hangs its tiny cups in the
dark mountain gorges. We took few of these
1.-THE and graceful yine>sprays, with their leaves
rich tinted the costume Of your city's bellies, n
handful of the clovers rosy globe, and oVerhang
ing bough of the deep crimson foliage and berries
OF the sumac. This little cluster OF pale feathery
leaves, with tinge OF delicate brown along the
edges is called tue chair Of Venus" aud we
gathered il by the woodland brook where on the
steep banks 10 spring time, the gay swamp honey
suckles grow. We gently loosed vine of the pa
tient and loving IVY which bound up the splinter-
ed trunk Of a lightning shattered oak; aud took up
piece OF this cheerful moss, which crept greenly
over the weather-beRten rocks as if TO cover with
it's mantle Of charity their sterile and desOlated
| FORMS These are all we can find for you, simple
Offering but If you do not disdan it, take il with
you as a fading token Of the faded Summer, and so
good bye" TO Nature, and the now almost desert,
ed Spring"
- On, and on you 60, and your
course stretches out "a Heightened chain" miles
and miles away. On, and on, you rattle. Ali
here are the green fields and there the cultivated
gardens,-here q rustic cottage, and there stately
| illa,-yonder the proud dome Of your beautiful
Capitol and just beyond is the Cumberland, thrown
like ribbon Of silver over Natures emerald robe.
Here is your abiding place" slave Of business or
OF fashion that you are, the dust OF the city is al
ready gathering round your heart Its busting
hum is ia your ears,--there il lies before you'll
NAy,-Ve cannot enter with you there,-but we
pray good angels ay,-And so good -bye,-good-
byel l.. Y. +.
FOREST HoNE, SO.
GEH. WM. ]. HASKELL OF TKNHEssEE-This
gallant advocate of the cause Of Fillllmore and
| nonslson and the Vufon has ronmancsd q v;co,