Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-20
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AUTUMN.

"The sultry summer past, September comes,
Soft twilight of the slow declining year,
More sober than the buXom, blooming May,
And therefore less the f~avorite of the world !;
But dearest mouth of all to pensive minds.
CARLOS WILCOX.
There is deep and touching truthfulness in
these beautiful verses of the poet, which strikes
US all the more forcibly on these still descend.
ing days of early autumn. To the gay and light
hearted, nothing is so pleasing as spring, with
its caroliug birds, its opening flowers and its
fresh glad sunshine Their hearts are in tune
with the gala-day gla lness of nature. Every
thing %rejoices and the yielding, impressible
spirit, light az a feather, without a single care
to weigh it down, goes out in ecstatic sympathy
with the eternal world. But the case is far
different with the "pensive." Clad in the ''sober
livery of their own thoughts, and gazing in
wardly upon a heart experience checkered and
Astounding in scenes Of JOY and sadness, they
have learned that hope is tickle, that change is
certain and the future uncertain, and have sur
rendered themselves to the passive virtues Of
fortitude and resignation. These take to their
while being stript OF her summer glories, as an
apt illustration of their state Of mind. Hence
they feel a sympathy with the ''melancholy days.
which the emery spring" has lost the power to
inspire. Like seeks its like :" and while the
s~orrowless heart leaps in the sunny smiles Of
''buxom May" the ''pensive delight in the so.
berer and wiser couutenance of autumn.
Indeed, some natures seem to be fitted from
birth for enjoyment; others, for suffering
The virtue of one is faith to receive all evils as
unseen good that of the other is charity to keep
the, soul full of love ard happiness. The temp
those of the other, on the side Of repining and
fretfulness. Far be it from US to blame either
of these classes,-as they blame each other-the
one for it's sobernes, the other for its gayety !;
for both have their uses and beauties, and thus
they both have trickled from the plastic fingers
of the Creator. The "nascent clay" of the one
was "kneaded up" with the wine of mirthfulness
and jolity; that of the other, with the tears of
tender. heartedness and sympathy. And both,
We say, have their uses and beauties-their pro-
~prieties of time and place. The face of 'fat old
Jack Falstaff'' would be in the wrong place in q
sick. room or at u funeral; but is perfectly at
home amid the 'merry roysterers" of q Bears
Head Tavern. On the other hand a truly be-
nevolentphysician, or a tender and sympathizing
woman, never appears so amiable as when bind.
ing up wounds, or pouring into the sorrow -strick'
en- spirit the richer balm of consolation.
To US the skies of autumn are bluer, its morn
ings more life-giving to the spirit, its sunsets
crander, its moonlight ~lovlier, its hues of cloud
land and landscape more v~ariegated and etherea
than at any other season. Is this merely il
compensation to Nature, because that she is tt
lose her robe of green? Nay, she holds a boun
tiful harvest in her hands to feed birds and beast!
and man-and even the insect tribes. What
lesson to US of charity-of joy in doing good =
Again, matronly autumn seems conscious tina
she bears about her the germs of a new resurrec
ton; that she will hug them warm to her breas
! through the icy winter; and that, when tn
7. spring comes, she will swell end bud, herself
into aphunix-like new-life. Thus she hopes tc
: perpetuate her youthfulness and this hope sus
t tains her amid all the effacing touches of decay
9 So, with the '~'pensive; )" as day after day tn
summer hues of happiness fade out of thei
: minds, life's bitter cup is made sweet with tn
hope of uublessed resurrection in the comm
spring-time Of heaven.
; Death OF Rev. j. B. Watt.
0 1t is with much regret that we announce tn
; death of that greatly beloved and truly piou
:. servant of God. the Rev. j. B. WATT, %connecte