Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1858-10-07
The New England Autumn.

"in9s give the mercury jeg dovnwards
and the crieks's sing more persistea,iy, and
the kstydids shiver silence into slivers with
their crepiisnt songs, there comes to Us the
thought of the wonderful beauty aod charm
ofths New England Autumn. These bright,
sunny days kind of coda to the song OF
the year-coms to ripen the juices of the
iruit and the corn; aud although the Bird.
songs OF Spring are absent. we have q
silence that Is more musical still. The
waning year looks down with klad eve,
and pauses for the husbandman. to gather
the irat Of his lsbsrs. The Auismn's GLORY
waits for time. The verdurs that carpets
the meadows and pasture lands, aud the
foliage that clothes the rocky bosom OF the
mountain. are yet uochsnged. The deep
green which June bestowed still crowns
tie hills; and the shadows 90 thsis sides
are as dark as ever; bas soon The fros. will
come. and far and near the gorgeous change
will charm the eye.
We have special love of Autumn. ard
regret that il Is not better sppreeiated.-
But wh en- we think Of Il. us always ay
away Ia Imagination from The sosnd of
wheels, Into the sweet bosom Of the
country. We stand among Its feids, or lie
on the sunny side of hill. regarding them.
Here and ;here scattered over the landscape
we see knots of men bu wih the
operations of the latter harvest. The soy
with unnecessary boIsterousness dives the
slow team homswsrds, Icadsd with iis
weight of golden ears, or golden pumpkins,
or golden fruit. The apple trees Weld 10
rudy rain their fruits to the Jar of the lus,v
hands that grasp their branches, and suo.
Drowned boys and girls fl the waiting
baskets. The cider mill ereaks as the
weary horse goes round. Dotting the fields,
here and there, the naples are flooded with
lemon colored light, aud the oaks hold
stiftiy up their drapery of purple. There
are calls that reach through the silence, and
tickle the distant echoes. The cs,sls are
lowi ing among the fall grass, and now and
then horse, tetherad near a squad Of corn
gatherefs, pricks up his ears and neiphs az
he sees carriage rolling along In the dust
OF neghooring highway. On ell these
sights and sounds sleeps the sweet suslioht,
softened and made delicious by the pale blue
haze Of the atmosphere. Now; what 10
there in the Spring 80 beautiful as all this,
One is hope the other is fruition; one 4.
other completeness; one
is earth, the other heaven.
But IL is not in the fields alone that
autumn is beautiful 60 with US TO the
woods. As we climb the mountain 10 pain
a seat upon some overhanging rock, we
meet bush SO red that it seems as II every
'eat had been dipped in blood At the next,
we bury eur feet. ankle deep, in a bed Of
smooth, pale leaves, that fell with the frs,
irost. No wind had touched them, bu. thev
began in the morning to fall, and they fell
III day, It'll every one was gons-gons To
spread couch for the mountain fairies
We gain our seat, and drink in the scene.
There is double row of crimson foliage on
he banks of the distant river-one rising
'kywsrd into the air; the other desceudipe
'kyward into the water. The chestnut
rees over our heads are full of brown burs..
With parted lips. showing their teeth
What sad thing for .he doctors would is
10 If these teeth were not deciduous.
But we have NOT escaped from life, e4es
lere. There is great outcry ausag tbs
rows just over the hill, and the clumsy,
Rgraceful birds cross straight over the
alley "by twos and thrses," to see about
). Directly over our head there breaks
ut an unsccountable chatter. We lock up,
nd see brace Of red squirrels. They
hase each other about amo4g the branches
nd then set themselves Lpon their hauuch-
3, ith their tails over their backs, as :
ind of pafasol, and chatter TO each e,her
bout Us. They are pair Of ooisy braes,
nd as we drop our eyes from then. us
atch a motion upon the fence. All! has
grey squirrel, returning. loaded cheeks
Ill. from a foray is the meadow corn-6eld.
e flies along the virgisia fsnce-sppesr-
g here, disappearing thsre-unul be
'sches hollow tree. ant, mounting il,
unges into hole where he proposes to
,ep house for the winter. Dsep In the
Gods, beyond sight. We hear the sound Of
drum. At regular intervals II is repeated
I'd then We smile as we recognize the per-
finance Of beautiful bird
'aruidge we call him by our Northern s,., ans,
nd pheasant by the Delaware"
This is all to come; and we make q psr-
;ular request that our readers. if they have
,ver entered into the enjoyment of our
sw England autumn, shall 60 out. aud see
w very poor this attempt Of ours, at paint
g, is. We Fave, in fact, only attempted
pain, midday picture. We have not
uded to the brigh, frost that gems the
ass, and fades as the sun goes up. We
We not spoken of the brisk. youthful feel.
, that springs in the overworsed heat
d muscles as the atmosphere grows cooler
d denser. We have said not word OF
nights that twinkle above, aud are good
sleep in below. We have not alluded
the lighting OF the frst sre In the crate,
on the hssrths,ore. whtn Gre "rsally
ls good"
Give US the Nsw England aasuan, and
lsrs may have any other New England
son: give us the New England sutuma
ore the sutunn o. anv other section Of
country. At the South, the year slides
ough the sutnnn into winter With 30 re-
rkabls changes. On the Wssssrs
iries, there 10 no foliage 10 make the
glorious. Thus il is, that. for
ak winters and q shcrt and hurried sus-