The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1859-11-17
KENOsHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY NOVEMBER II, 1859.
For The KENosHA TELEGRAPH
Indian SEamnAmer.


These golden, delicious days of the Indian
Summer Have they caught the glowing man
tie of the sunset and laid it on the earth Or
has fair summer touched with new tenderness
and repentant at her hasty fight, come back to
US? Her eyes are suffused with a misty, dreamy
radiance and she caresses the trees and the earth
with her sweet, warm breath, till you almost
fancy them returning her love in new buds and
flowers. They receive her in their holiday dress
They have changed their summer green robes
for respondent, royal ones and as if rejoicing
IN their grace and magnifcence, they wave their
golden scarfs and send glittering jewels to each
other by the wind. His dainty feet tread to-
daysupon brilliant carpet. And he is an ex-
quisite artist too. Here, beneath the window,
he has placed crown of yellow. There in that
corner of the fence he has grouped mass of gay
crimson and sober brown and you can see the
sober faces of the brown leaves looking reprov-
lngly at the futtering, coquettish crimson ones
for flirting SO with the wind, What staid, prop
er danes these brown oak leaves are! They are
the Quaker ladies of the trees and 1 should as
soonEexpect to see argentine Quaker in scarlet
and gold rs these sober ones frolicking and
dancing. But there they go! The wind is de-
termined to be master and he is driving them be-
fore him like spray, and they hurry and rush
along with rustling feet through the Dust
Yet with al this brilliancy, we grieve for the
leaves. Their burial enriches the earth; so she
gathers them to her bosom and holds them close
in her heart till the last snow has wept itself
away, and then at the resurrection of Spring,
she sends whole troops of them up through the
trees and they come out again and dance upon
| every twig and branch But now they are sing
ing their own dirges.
| See that red one, lying on the green like a
blush-rose! Aye take it up tenderly, loving
| ly! Flushed and beautiful as it is, it is wrap.
ped in its shroud. How lovely it is! What
delicate tints it bears. Oh, what thrilling
memories spring up from your rose veined
| heart-drooping Leaf! Severed from the gay,
airy multitude That dance in the sunlight above
you, here in the dust you lie, your quivering
face pressed close to the dark pitless earth, and
your heart only waving weary rustic as you
die. 0, unavaling beauty! You thought to
nod long in bright loneliness on the regal tree,
yet here you lie with your red cheek wet with
| the autumn dew. Come upward from thy grave
to highland. Thou shalt not paIegsand die here
on the cold, brown bosom of the earth, but gath
cred in my heart, shalt thor. put forth new
life and beauty, and bloom a fragrant blessing
through the year, o. leaf!
But these jubilant trees What an oriental
richness of color they wear. How proud We
are, o trees flashing your yellow locks in the
minds face How dare ye shake out their rip
ping beauty SO temptingly towards him He
is slyly stealing between the waves, severing
here bright leaf-lock-there clnster of gold
en- wavings. He will rob you of each golden
tress, and you will stand lifting your bare arms
to the pitiless sky, and then it will press down
those uplifted hands with it's bitter rains and
storms.
But they will not listen to warnings. They
hold up their TRANSPORTED heads and laughing
shake their plumes over me. There is a full,
round Maple blushing red as it looks up to the
tall, solemn evergreen by its side. That pine
is an Interchangeable castle of green, and thr'o
all this revel it keeps on its sombre face like a
sentinel in the night. But the jub lice is not
hushed by the solemn example of the ever
greens. This is the coronation-day of the year,
and earth and sky have put ON their most regal
apparel.
The west is FURNISHED gold. The east is
decked with shining, rosy clouds which spread
their canopy over the blucfsky even to the ra-
diant. Everything rejoices The noble earth
from the exultant hills which lift their crowned
heads in the ruby south to the TRANSPORTED leaf
at my foot, is chanting jubilant hymn of praise
to God that His glory like food is poured up
on it Sing away o Earth, and fill the universe
with reclamation for all this splendor!
BELLE MYRRH