M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1859-09-08
From the American Agricultural.
September.

| Ofparting Summer q serener blue,
/ With golden light GuliycnCd. wide invests
| The happy world. Attompered suns arise,
! Sweet emed and shedding oft through lucid
clouds,
| pleasing calm; while broad and brown, below
/ Extensive huryests hang the heavy head
/ Rich, silent dccp, they stand tor uota gale
Rolls it, light billeWs DER Tie bounding plain
| A calm ofpIcuty ! Thomson.
Autumn is rightly entitled "beaute.
ous days" and we are happy for once
to agree wiah the poet. Whether the
virgin, among the consultations has
anything to dssiH bestowipg these days
or not, there canbc no doubt, as to the
superlatiye beauty Of the gift. They
are more charming to all the senses,
than any other days olthe year. There
is delightful freshness about the ear.
ly Spring, and coming ont from the
inclcment skies Of Winter, we admire
the bright mornings, the springing
grass, the budding willows, and the
/ bashiul violets on the south side OF
walls. But the weather is tickle, ard
the pleasure Of the observer is marred
by an involuntary sympathy with the
fair tledgings Of Spring, lest they
should perishin tleirtoo early advent.
Summer comes with its gorgeous dra-
perry, its Haunting flowers and full TO-
lage. But now the heat parches field
and forest, the leaves droopy and the
beauty Of the flowers hardly fingers
for an hour. Everything is pushing
on to maturity in such hot haste, that
we involuntarily catch the spirit otthe
season.
But in this favored month, we have
"attempered suns" and outdoor life is
never SO enjoyable as now. Every
sense is pleased Pomona, with a
bounty more prodigal than all the vir.
gins among the stars, pours golden
fruits from her pIenteous horn, tempt
Ing to the eye, and so luscious to the
taste, as to make the ambroSial foasts
Of the. gods no longer coveted. After
II dish OF melting pears Or bunch of
Muscats from the winery, We always
fall into fit OF compassion for the de-
tiles, and the old heathen generally,
who could not afford anything better
ihan ambrosia -ior the hest of their
gods. Common mortals now can
boast of something very much better.
To us, there is a peculiar charm
about the skies of September, so that
were there no other harvests than those
we are permitted to gather above the
earth, we should rejoice init, above all
other months of the year. The world
is said to have been finished in this
month, and the old Hebrews did well
to commemorate creations prime,
by making it the beginning of
their civil year. 1t is a better type of
the world when "all was very good"
than any other period. 1t is Il time Of
maturity in the heavens above us, and
in the earth and sea around us.
Look upward and behold the peer.
less azure of the skies, as the fcecy
clouds 90 floating by, like rich argo.
sizes upon the fathomless deep, or watch
the declining sun, lighting up the
clouds with all the colors of the rain.
bow, with scenes and hues shifting as
in some scene Of enchantment. Now
he disappears behind the dark folds,
and along the glittering edge, in clear
contrast with the darkness, line of
gold appears 700 brilliant to gaze up-
on. Now he emerges for moment
in all Aia splendor, and throws his
beams asant the gazing earth. Eve
ry dwelling on the eastern hills, are
lit up with new splendors, as his part
ing beams come streaming from every
pane in the windows. Nowhis burn
ing disc has sunk beneath the horizon,
and the sky is all aAame with richest
crimson. Slowly the colors fade, shad-
ing off into the deep grey OF twilight,
until darkness wells the scene. We
have fine sunsets occasionally at other
seasons of the year, but they only
reach their climax in this month.
But we are not constrained to reap
our harvtsts alonein the skies. Tie
earth is beautiful with her maturest
charms, like the fully developed beau.
ty of the moth er. Look into the or
chard, and fruit yard, now, to behold
the crowriDg grace OF the year, The
pear and apple trees, with their snowy
and pink blossoms, were charming
sight in May. But now there is a
richer green upon the toliagey and
amid the dark masses. OF leaves, fruits
of all hues are clustering. Here are
! the crimson Baldwins and Spitzen-
bergs, the white Porters and Sweet
ings, the fair Lady Apple, and Maid.
EMS blush, true to their names, the
purple Gillifowers and Permains, and
among the pears, the golden Bartletts,
and Virgalieus, the Flemish Beauties,
tinged with red and russet, kings and
queens, dukes and duchesses, rivaling
their namesakes for rich attire. The
very air is laden with the perfume of
their melting juices. No goblet was
yericrowned with SO delicious nectar