The Yazoo Democrat., 1858-11-06
THE FALL OF THE YEAR.
Hark through the dim woods dying
With moan
Family the winds are signing
Summers gone

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Family the winds are signing
Summers gone
How strange that time appears to advance
with such increased rapidity as we advance
in years In :he by~gone times Of inno,
cence and youth, day would seem almost
week, month year, and merry Christ
mas a long, long ways off; but it is pro
verbal as we progress in years, Time, like
the accelerated velocity Of body falling to
the ground, wings its way with fight so
rapid that We exclaim, with the old Latin
poet "Fagacss amos r ALI "Tempus
fugi" and bears us along with rapid and
resstless tide to the terminus-the end of
all time, so far as we are concerned, and
launches us into an unknown ocean, without
boundary or limit-without years or eras.
The year is passing rapidly away winter
and spring and summer are gone. The
season Of the Oscar and yellow leaf'' is upon
us; but in many respects this may be re-
garded as the most pleasant and beautiful
portion of the year. IT'S true, spring has
more of young life and promise in it, and
the contrast between cold and cheerless
winter and the budding forth and fresh
beauty of the bright flowers and bursting
vegetation makes this season, to many, the
most cheering and refreshing; but then the
season of autumn-especially in October
is most delightful one. We have mild,
soft atmosphere. There is great beauty
in the variegated hues of the forest leaves
the mingled tints of yellow, red, green and
brown, which fills the eye with delight /;
there is mild, soft atmosphere breathing
soothing, tender melancholy, all giving
rise to mauy interesting and profitable re,
) Aections. 1t is a season highly suggestive
to thoughtful mind, of the waning period
; of mans earthly existence. when The brighter
part of life has passed away, and the winter
of existence is approaching. All, if man,
like nature. could be free from sin, might
not the autumn of his existence be mild and
sweet aud calm-radiant with the soft and
mellow tints OF a well,spent life happy and
holy aud ropletc with the reflection and con.
ISOLATION that when the winter of death shall
arrive, he might gently sink into the tomb
not there to remain, but like the reviving
4 spring, to rise forth to brighter existence
and live forever in the presence and glory Of
his Creator.
Yea, but for this, the firm and faithful heart,
Boder than lions, confident and strong,
That never doubts its brthright to be blest
And breads no evil while it does no wrong;
This, this is wisdom, manfnl and serene;
Towards God all penitence and prayer and trust
But to the truths of this shifting scene,
Simply courageous and sublimely just
Be then such wisdom thine, my heart within,
There is no foe. no woe, no grief but sin.
To the above hasty reflections, we subjoin
the following from memorandum book,
which, it is hoped may be read with interest
and benefit, aud is appropriate especially tc
this particular season:
"The melancholy days have csme-
ITO some) The saddest of the year"
"The Harvest is past and tie Summer is ended .
How many of us can look back upon the
seasons and upon the passage of life, and
the heeting opportunity which it typifes,
and feel satisfied that we have improved our
privileges How many must add to the
remembrance Of the passing season, "and
we arc not saved.'
Beautiful is the death of many>hued veg
citation and the true lover of nature, who
is therefore lover of God, lifts up his heart
in thankfulness that the supreme beneficence
has made even decay so glorious. In that
beauty ia the promise that in the providence
of Hum who '.chaugeth the times and sea-
sons" Spring shall re awaken nature, and
Summer again fulfil the promise of Spring.
While the beauty CT the season surrounds
US, let us not be practical uubelevers, or
forget the good and great Being, at whose
bidding they are here. AS the leaves fail,
let US remember that man cometh forth as a
flower, and is cut down; that all flesh is as
grass, and the glory of man as the flower of
the grass. The grass withereth, the flower
thereof falleth away, but the word of the
Lord endureth forever. Whatever else may
change, there is One who changeth not, and
} His word, by the Gospel preached unto us,
is preached also in the works of his hands.
In every evenings twilight, in every seasons
change, we are reminded of the approach OF
that hour when, as winter shuts up the cur
rent of the vegetable sap, and stills the
} murmuring of the rills. death will freeze
within our bodies the vital current, If we
would have our last days on earth-our
autumnal hours-beautiful, glorious and
peaceful, let us live as mindful of these
! warnings, aud when our harvest is past, our
summer ended, we may be among the elect
whom the angels of God shall gather together
aud place in that House not made with
hands eternal in the Heavens.
SoRRowFUL.-A woman, formerly Of New