The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-09-13

'"'o t"c Ucdu'ltul Autumn For
Gays and weeks, the cricket has chirped at
the doorstep, and by the road side, chanting
sweetIy and pIainfiveIy forth the prophetic
dreams of silence: the katydds have rasped
the night AIR TO harsher edge, and deep
st'''"ess' fe't IN the soul rather than spYre-
hended by the sense, has calmly settled down
upon nature. The sky. the atmosphere, the
cool clouds summing their hrows in the dav's
descending glories, the fruit laden tree. the
maturing corn. the shorn meadows. are all
Pervad"d-bathed and blent-tv the very
sPr't OF poetry. Thank God for autumn =
Thank 'i"d tor its deep, still iov. for it's dear
associations, and for the new tension it gives
to the hearts poor dangling strings,
The latter harvest comes apace. The firing
ed hroom-corn tables will quickly b- set for
the harvrsters, the FURNISHED hoe will soon
reveal the earfh's treasured bulbs, the corn
will he stacked and huskcd the pumpkins
will browse and dream of gold in the sun.
and. on some still night. while all are Sleep
nc The frost will come down, and softly rut
ont the flirng lights Of the autumn flowers.
And the smoke. IN a dreamy haze. will veil
The front OF the mountain, and hide the face
VI the forest, bius!liny scarlet as It bares its
limbs 10 the dim light. and the b;ckory-pu,s
will peep pa!ely out from their hiding places
waiting the loo>ening fingers Of the rain. and
loops OF pigeons will haunt the stul.tle ty
ne side OF the forest cover, and. from the
'i'>tsn' hll >idr-rvrr and anop-tbe hunter,
r'ilr will >tartle into faint re>onlnce the sleep
ing echoes.
All these sweet sights and sounds will steal
n to the soul that Keeps an open door, and
make autumn there, for the soui. that I,k. and
with, nature, has its seasons. The ooldrn
''orn OF years experience ripcns aud hard
ems IN the autumn air The fruits of the
>ou' culture acquire flavor and mrlIownrs>
n the autumn : r, flee tive sun. And in the
lin and smoky forests that da,kl~ here and
here in the spirits mystic rea,m.a s,ar,Iiuo
>hot shall question the life that nr>tlcs in il,
'"liaEr. and shock the echoes into dreamy
replies.
welcome. then TO autumn Let Ms i'm.
'''b" ITS spirit, and wrap its mantle round us.
Let us drink the full cup it raises TO our lips.
Let US. II We have never done it before. weld
our beng TO It's informing breath and mould.
'ng hand, for the spirit OF grace and of God
Is IN it. Day unto day uttcre,h speech. and
! "'ght unto night showeth knowledge. In
very landscape and liver and mountain and
loud are the elements of divinity. The
fields are the preachers of Providence, and
every good and bcautiiu! thing is a minister
rom Heaven. Revelation itself is but the
translation into human language of law, love
'nd beauty expressed in things from the foun-
ia'ion of the world To this first revelation
'"t no one longer be deaf and blind. So.
when the DAYS of autumn shall have passed
Wv. am! another season sweeps down from
The Throne with it's srverer ministries w.
shall find our hearts in harmony with
| nature. and prepared 10 take her hand. and
walk gladly and hopefully into field of new
"Xpcrienccs IS >prinqt,M Repuiican.