Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1858-11-02
THE GAZETTE.
TUESDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 2, 1858
"TuE SUMNER Is ENDED"

"TuE SUMNER Is ENDED"
No thoughtful mind can contemplate or
reflect on these words of truth and soberness,
"The summer is ended" without feelings Of
sadness. Meditations upon words Olsuch deep
import will stir the deep springs of emotion
which lie far beneath the surface Of the minds
ordinary themes of thought. 1t is no matter
how cheerful and gay one may really be by
nature and education, yet even such will now
be,ray feelings Of sorrow.
The beautiful flowers that blossomed every
where, over hill and dale, upon the mountain
side and in the deep vale, have faded and per.
ished, leaving behind, however, the germs Of
future life The summer birds that made
every hedge, orchard, grove, and woodland,
not excepting the deep and almost impen,,
etrabie forests, vocal with their varied and
tuueful sounds, have flown to their South.
ern homes to gladden. other pilgrims ana
soiourners of their fleeing chaogeiul HE; as
they have the inhabitants of more Northern
climate during their stay.
The DAYS whose twilight fingered long,
leaving but o short space between them and
the early dawn of new day, have greatly
shortened. All these, and many more pleas
ing things that will suggest themselves to
thoughtful and meditarVe minds. have pass
ed away never more to return. Themes such
as these might we'll serve to Gil cur minds
With sadness were it not for the delights OF
the present. Happy it is for man that he
is so constituted that his highest and purest
feelings of Joy are those that are tlpged with
the melapcholic element Hence the love
for music that is set to the minor key. 50
there is truth, not less than sentiment, 10
the words Of one of natures poets who has
sung of autumn days as the sweetest and
saddest OF the year.
Though summer days and birds and flowers
have gone, we are entering upon what is 10
some the most joyous period Of the year; for
it is said better is be who putteth OF his ar
NOR than be who putteth it on. Autumn
comes richly laden with luscious and golden
harvests, the products Of human labor, skill,
foretbought, and sagaoisy. Not only is the
appetite appessed by being amply supplied
but the taste for the beautiful is also abun-
dainty furnished.
The summer green of the lawn and the tor.
est have as yet scarcely changed. though here
and there may be seen the tinged leat' the
indication OF premature decay. Walk into
the fields and listen to the mournfui shriiiings
of the insect world, whose plaintice sounds
tell us Of departed days.
As autumn advances the scene chanses.--
Soon the most gorgeous hues will every
where meet thu eye ot the pilgrim as be views
the Landscape; aud very soon 1t Will he saiu'
"October's brush the scene hath closed"
Though the summer is ended" tho
thoughtful observer of natures changes In
her onward course wants not subjects Tor
contemplation. They abound all about him
or rather about those who dwell beyond the
brick walls and pavements OF the denseiy
thronsed city. 1t is the animate Kingdoms
that most delight and charm. Even
"The grass. with its low insect tones, appears
As murmuring in its sleep. This butterfly
Seems as if 10th to stir, 50 lazilg
1t fluters by. In f,ful starts and stops
The locust sings the grasshopper breaks out
In brief, harsh strains, amid its passing chirps.
The beetle, glisteniog in lis sable mali,
Slow climbs the clover-tops; and cen the ant
Darts round less eagerly"
This is beautiful world whose donizens
We are, notwithstanding Gin and sorrow and
signing have entered it, for grace doth so
much more abound There is go much more
occasion for joy than sadness, that the min
Cling of the latter rather serves to sweeten
the former. 1t is said, bad it not been for the
introduction Of sin into the world the minor
key of music would not have been heard. So
of the revolving seasons: were it not for au,
tumn and winter, spring and summer would
lose half their charms. So let each successive
season be improved that we may ever be able
to say it has been the pleasantest and hap
piest ever enjoyed. Then will life be crown
ed with Joy and rejoicing.-"C Cross City,"
MISS.
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