Bedford inquirer and chronicle. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1854-1857, 1857-11-06
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IN the iaAt leaves fora loYerosary.
hist all The withereo @olll looks drearily.
Like dim picture or the drowned past.
nthe hushed mind 5 M terious far away.
Doubtful what shostly thing will steal the last
Into that distance, gray upon tae gray >
HOODS picture Of the, Autumn is, ia the
nnaiu, truthful, though the poets all lave a
way Of oyeTdoihe things, throwing a beauti-
fai mist about all things earthly, aud making
'heln look more shadowy and grand than
they appear in the sunlight. The fact is,
that the changes Of the dying year come on
so gradually, that the mind of the heathfui
observer, receives no rude shock, and never
sees the sepulchrql form of old Autumn sit
ting on amossy stone, aud reckoning up her
losses witipsorhore visage. All thar nlelan-
choly business is left to poets, languishing-
alaidens, and other idle people. There is
indeed, change, but We hardly note it
from day to day.
I The leaves upon the n,aple and ash in the
forest begin 10 bronze, even before the frost
touches them, 50 that the glorious drapery
OF Sumne: ioses some Of its freshness be-
/ fore Autumn comes. The soug of birds is
broken, aud many a voice is missing from
the forest choir, before the full Autumn song
Of ihe insects fills our ears. Tie first frost
IS upon the lewlands aud IN the valleys, and
our q es grow familiar with the russet corn
leaves, and the withered flowers, long be-
fore the yeFdufe upon the plains aud hiils
begins TO fail. The golden rod and astcrs,
purple AID ghlte, in.intain their freshness
and bloom, even after the frosts. The NOR
ming air is, indeed, cbin, but the middle Of
the day has still Summer glow, SO that we
hardly realize the Sunnpe.
~. s aatf AlssisisAtes fssast sedsi 0sSF sa1g
forest landscape, growing more brilliant day
| by day, but SO silently that We wonder when
the change was made, even ia the greatest
blaznnry of the gorgeous scene. We miss
the songs and flowers of Summer, bat are
hardly conscious that Autumn is at all SOM
bre or womanish.. The season rather seems
TO Us as hale, well-couditioned fellow, a
little old indeed, but hearty, and dispensing 2
favors with freedom aud fuliness that IN
dicates JOYOUS heart and sound health.
The farmer has certainly no occasion to
brood over tic dispeusations that come to
him in November His fowls have brooded
to SO good purpose that be will find it up
bill business TO wear long face if he tries,
Look iato the poultry yard. What a crow
ing Of young cockerels, flush With juvenile
conrtesies to their fcathered mates What
a astrutting and cluckiug Of turkeys, jubilant
and unsuspecting OF the fate :hat awaits
them at the approaching Thanksgiving, ol
the remo;er Christmas What eackling o.
geese and quacking of ducks, all sleek ant
beautiful, full fedged for Winter. The
death of the insects, il he deplore them, ha:
j been large gain TO his featherd tribes
3 lie cannot feel very uncomfortable at th'
! loss of their songs Look into bis grana'
ries. What bins Of wheat and cribs Of corr
are stored away, like piles of gold. L4ool
into his cellar. What heaps of roots, al
ample supply for man and beast, for thi
long Winter months. Surely, It's not 70
j this man TO see in Autumn moping oil
. lady, shiveriug upon the brink of the grave
Such visions may do for Wali-street, and W
should not wonder if many OF the dreamer
I" there, in these times of panic aud falling 0
= stocks, were not turning to the farm wit
longing eyes, and bewailing the day the
quit the plow. To many of them
p .'The melancholy days have come-the saddles
Of she year.''
But the farmer has something 10 fall bae
* upon besides bank stock He has DO note
to meet at o'clock P. NJ, aud he has n
uncomfortable apprehension of moving ou
* of palace on account Of his failure in bu
eG siness. His bank Of earth is still good, an
+ his shares of piow are still above par. The
have brought in glorious dividend th
~ year, when SO many other shares have prt
It we'd failures. He has stock of bread q
hand for his family for whole year, beev,
in the stall, aud fat porkers in the sty.-
Come what will, the city must buy of hin
&C, His is a legitimate trade, that the wor
It cannot get along without. The farmer
calling cannot fail to rise in the worlds Q
l. teen in these times of revulsion and ruiz
= If the crash shall only open the eyes
- men, and convince them that we have t.
many traficers, and too few producers, :
il shall lead inultitudes to return to d
lis plow, and to cultivate the millions of unit
les led acres that lie waste upon our sea-boar
to the panic will be an infinite gain to {