The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1859-10-20
aqrlfultural, &c.


When vsihink of the glowing weod.
and purple lights and nlsts of October
u seems impossible that the analysis and
descriptions of this months work can b.
obtained in measer words and uninterest.
ing narratise. No month is SO full of rich
and varied attractions, and none offer graf
i6cati"n and satisfaction to the diverse
tastes OF SC many admirers.
Theoretically, October should be sad
month, for then the harvests are mostly
gathered IN, Tho fields arc bare of the
Summers verdure, the woods in the first
stages Of leafy decay, the birds gone or
going to more genial climates, the garden
rusty and full of seedy or frost stricken
flowers every thing telling of the depar-
turs of genial SPINNER and the approach
OF chill Winter.
How opposite TO this rs the truth! Nov
t.a farmers heart overfows with the con-
sciousness of his wealth. The rentrJll
OF the largest land owner, the stocks and
bonds of the richest broker, the ships and
warehouses ofthe mcst princely merchant,
can never give their owners such an over
flowing and contented feeling of weil-re-
slrded lab :, as the crowded barns and
granarics, and well stocked linters and
lolds give tie farmer He has Ipbored
hard through the Summers heat, has cast
many and anxious glances at the clouds
and winds, has listened with strained ear
for the creaking of nonderous wagons
loaded with hay, as his experienced eye
reads the threats in the gathering clouds
But DOW under his own roof are gathered
the accumulated and condensed rays of
the sun and bteaths of Summer zephyrs !;
She earth's fatpess and its increase have
contributed TO make him rich. As he
stands on his barn floor with the last rays
Of the sun just gliding the eQptented faces
of the cattle enjoying their eyening meal,
er chewing their cud, and hears the rhylh-
micas beating of the milk on the empty
pals or its mnf1sd so4nd as the IA pid
stream is lost in foam, harmonizing with
Che quiet oooiugs OF pigeons or the occa-
s!oTaF drowsy remonstrance of some hen
pF chicken crowded on the vel filled roost,
his heart cannot fail to overflow with graf
itpde and thanksgiving for Gods good
7ess and natures bounties. The pndeni
able signs of wealth on all sides give him
more positive satisfaction than any less
tangible property can awaken in its owner
Fho miser to enjoy his hoard must lock
his door and chink the gold pieces togeth
er, else half his pleasure is wanting. Bare
ownership never rewards men the reward
IS in seeing the possession, and shoging
it to others. The well-fled crib, the
high-piled hay-stack or bay, the low of
sleek cattle, the peaceful hIcat of sheep,
all rcfterate in tones upmistakable to us
and to our neighbors, our prosperity and
thrift, and bear constant witness to our
Summcr's work.
Go to a farmer at such time if you
wish him to contribute to any worthy
cause and you viii scarcely be refused
And it is not the farmer only that Octo-
Der cheers and delights. To the eyes oi
all who love nature, it offers, not decay
aud Death, but rich display of her
choicest beauties. Every tree is now
decked N its most glowing attire it seems
as though all she suns warmth and the
earth's rich fatucss had been collected |
and absorbed, only to be returned infinite !
ly increased and improved The mir feels |
its duties enlarged, and is changed intoE
blue and purple mists, that envelope all
the hills and fills the valleys, Nothing
is as It was. The hedye.rows that all
Summer long have been the home of the
e"tbird and the thrush, and whose floral
beauties have hidden their heads in the
thick verdure and shadow from the too
ardent caresses of the sun, arc now rsdi,
ant with the yellow golden-rod and the
purple aster; in the brown meadows these
flowers are almost put to shame by the
rare blue of the gentian. Rising from
the meadows through these flower mists
If asters and golden beds, gaining intensi.
ty of color as it reaches the birohes, ma
piles, ehestnuts and oaks, bleuded togeth-
er and yet made more brilliant by the pur-
pie atmosphere, the spirit of beauty in col
or grows more and more wonderful and
magnificent, till the spendors cf the earth
rival those of the sunset. 1t seems az if
consciousness of the lcng sleep of VIM
ter, now near at hand, had reused the
material world to show its gratitude to
its Lord and Master for his constant care
and kindness-for the gentle rains and
winds of Spring-for the hot and stimu-
lating suns of Summer-for the bounte.
Gus harvests of Autumn-irto one re-
sounding hallelujah, in whose song the
voice of the smallest flower is not lost
though blended with the mighty tones of
forest and mountain.
His heart must be dead who can walk
tho woods apd fields now, careless or un-