The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1859-11-02
OCTOBER.

| Season of soft sun and mild airs--of fall
ing leaves and ripened crops. Fru,ilion o
the year! When gathered harvests swell
the barns and fill the cellars so that there
shall be no winter of want OF discontent,-
The early morning sparkles with frost o,
, dew-drops, at noon the suns rays reach u,
delightfully."- tempered by the hazy atmos
phere; and the cool evening, bringing the
family round the bright fire, closes the day
with charming contrasts. But like the
flowers, and thousand things near US, the
beautiful changes, and The pecularities
they bring, are unregarded by TOO many
They are gradual, and the well tempered
mind falls into unison with them, and ex-
pands with the pleasing truths they teach.
With US who are pent up by bricks and
mortar, the change of seasons has not the
fascinaiionit has 10 the dweler in the coun.
try. Trade and traffic engfoss our sordid
attention. We have the bright and beauti-
fui pass by without shade of regret in our
eager thirst for gain-the only sunshine
cleaning for our delighted eyes being the
glare of gold, and our music its tinkling
sound. Many, however, who have always
lived in the country. know little country life.
They forget that
"There's a beauty all around our paths,
If but our wa:chful eyes
Can trace il midst familiar things,
And through their lowly guise."
The grass grows at their feet, but they
have only deemed it fit to Tread upon: or
their cattle TO Craze; that it is the basis of
all our prosperity and sustains the world, are
facts which have never occupied their
thoughts. The tree drops its foliage on the
earth, and presents its naked branches 10
winter storms and winds, yet they have not
reflected upon the Office OF the leaf in per.
fecting the fruit, or in contributing TO their
own comfort and health.
The voices of nature are peculiar 20 the
months, and change with the seasons; but
they regard them not, though they are lull
of attraction and lessons of wisdom TO he
observing mind. How many have passed
early life near pine wood, the grand tenn
pie of nature, and yet never sat in silent
contemplation amid the ever returning mnr-
murs among its branches, like the dull dis.
tant sound of marching armies or mighty
ocean waves washing trenching shore -
How many near an ancient forest of oaks
see in it excellent timber only for railroad
ties or ships, or fuel for the fre-forgeting
its effect in the landscape, its wings OF shell.
ter or its indispensa5iiify rs an n.mospher-.
ic agent. The springs flow on in their JOY
Gus course, and they drink and are satified;
or the hills are parched, the water courses
dry, and they famish; yet without pausng
10 trace the cause Of either, and live a list.
less and unobserving life. Nothing seems
10 arrest their attention or inform the mind.
Such should not be the case. We ought 10
look al not only what is useful, but what is
beautiful, and good, and true-and the
change of the months and the return of the
seasons ever bring food to the reflective
minds. These are the suggestions which
October brings 10 us to-day; because Octo-
ber will faithfully discharge its Offices of the
season, and be true to itself. Such should
be our fidelity Harrisburg Telegraph.