The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1861-05-01
NUMBER II.
American Fall scenery.

| begins 10 show the effects of the gentle
touch of autumn, or of the fau as we prefer
TO call it in spite of English photographers,
/ for The sake Of The tender associations en-
bodied in the idea of the fall of the leaf
England has her dowy spring.
"When birds be merry and shawes the
green,"
but the glorious of our American autumn
are unrivaIled, incordparable. Visit the
country upon some bright morning in Oc-
tober. There has been slight frost al
ready, and the siubble fields have down on
their suit OF sober brown. Along the lands
we discover thousand touching and lovely
indications that autumn has already begun
to trail her garments among us-stately,
but most wealthy and rewarding queen
She has plucked The leaves OF the grapes,
and has here and there touched the leaves
of the naples with her wiue-staned fing-
ers. The cock quail calls up his mates at
evening through the tall weeds 10 the mat
keen-eyed hawk, like Satin, ':seeking
whom he may devour.u The maize fields
topped and stripped, assume a dull, dead
| yellow, touched here and there with mil.
dew, and giving no token OF :he wealth and
/ plenty that bear down their faithful stalks.
! Apples shine bright and rosy in the orch
ards, hall hidden among the green leaves,
! like the bushes of merry damsels that they
] would conceal behind their veiIs, or among
! their dancing curls. The woodcock dips
| his long bill into the mud of the swamps,
levying taxes upon worm-nalure, the plo-
yer lifts his shrill 'plainiive voice at morn
aud even the kildee sais erralic by, and
flashes on your oazzIed eye the snowy
white of his bosom. Heavy and green
hang the chesnut bnrs, touching already
with gold, but waiting for a black frost TO
practice lis obstelric arts upon.ihem. Mes
sieurs Squirrels have deserted the corn
fields, and are now exceedingly busy lay
ing by their winter stores, filling up their
poschy cheeks, and skurrying to the right
and left fromi every hickory tree. On the
rivers, the wild ducks begin 10 make their
appearance, and The pulpy medasae sink
down out of sight till the waters shall grow
warmer again. The bushes in the woods
are all full of sloes and baws red and waky.
Many flowers are gone, the queens and
lords of The floral realm have passed away,
but some very dear ones still lend Us their
hues and fragments Every garden is
beautiful with autumn crocus hangs out
her yellow flag the wild mine flowers and
the wild thyme furnishes eager bees with
dainty havorIng essences from their drain
ing bells. The harebeIls sway with each
breeze,
''In the maiden meditation, fancy free,"
and the brown.sod emulaies the ripe gram
fields of July. Sill reigns the dahlia, lord
OF the garden though some of the petals
may be black tipped with frost marks
sunhowers Groop their sun-drunken faces
over the hedges, like broad visaged farmers
boys OF a Sunday, leaning over gate
hollyhocks lend their rich luxuriance of
color here and there TO enliven the scence
and everywhere chrysanthemums rear
themselves, proud at once OF their beauty
and their hardihood. And, oh the glories,
the various, rich, picturesque glories of the
kingly forests Gaze upon them at mid
day, when the air is mild and melting :;
when faint blue veil of baze settles around
the horizon, an gives languid, soft, SOUTH
ern dreaminess 10 the landscape, out of
which the woods come of your eyes, steal
ing ont in all their gorgeousness OF color, as
Cleopatra might have aroused herself from
i. the noontide ;slumber, and come forth to
bless her Anthony with ripe fruity kisses
! The birches meet you with gifts OF yellow
; gold, glowing in the quivering air, with
. diaphaneous, amber like, splendor-the
oaks dark green in spots has put on fa-
ded, dreary yellow that offsets finely the
| and Abronquin solemnify. Crimson and
: green berries deck the thick undergrowih,
S while the ground itself, brown and yellow
. with drying leaves, is ali decked out with
ten thousand fungi, OF every hue, from
a milky white TO all shades OF crimson, TO
3 chocolate brown, and tumeric gaudy yellow
! and varnish striking blue-old dame Ma
f lures gewgaws. these, which she puts on
to conceal :he ravages of age. And the
! ashes all dripping with crimson dyes, and
3 hang about them like souts OF blood and
d the red flecked dogwood, once so pearIy
| white in spring, and, oh. the naples, the
: gorgeous naples Of the lowlands, glowing
a al MONDAY, flaming al sunset as if they had
stolen the very Promethian fire, and would
rival The sun himself in painiing-let the
g eye revel upon these mingled and sweetly
I, painted splendors, taking in at once the
d artistic perfec,ness Of harmony 'twixt hill
Y and valley, field and forest, plain and up.
n land, land and sky, and it cannot fail 10
II feel, with eniranced Gsthetic consciousness,
q | that the autumn the perfect American au-