Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1862-11-08
[From the Country Gentemanl
Romance OF the SeaSOnS--.OCtOber.
BY c. N. BEsiENT.

| viz O"Ai'S h6 VI tnC JOdIs &c al
not going to write an essay, yet out OF
our hearts fullness we must note a
passing farewell to that season of the
year whose influences steal so CRATE
fully and calmly over US. More and
more, and more lovely the autumn
appears, as years gather upon US and
at each farewell we turn with sadder
smile to linger and love. We look
out with a feeling of regret. How
beautiful and yet how fading, like the
hectic flush upon the cheek of he con-
sumptive, the crimson and scarlet
hues linger upon the forest, but its
very loveliness is the language of
decay. So fade and fall the aspirants
of the earth.
October is come there is a shiver-
ing Of the leaves in the woodlands,
and their dark green gives place to
golden yellow, to russet>brown, and
their dark ensanguine red. How
different to the tender green's of ofspring.
More gorgeous these hues it is true,
and the painter rejoices in them but
they tell us of the warming year; and
the winds as they murmur through
the branches, sing an elegiac strain.
Another strain is at hand: the glories
Of autumn will fade, and the storm
and the tempest will sweep over des>
olate fields and through the naked
forest. Earnest are now our summer
birds of passage in their preparations
for departure. Clouds of swallows
! are dashing around, crossing and
r,ecrossing each other in every fantas-
tic variety of evolution they whirl
about, acttling, not without clamor and
tumult, Oh the fence as evening yields
to night. They congregate in focks,
myriads some times, as we have seen,
like clouds of locusts darkening the
sky. We have seen them cover the
willow islands, and the roofs of houses
barns ON the banks. By the end
70 oC >ber these focks have all dis
% $1,000 WU' with the exception of a few
spf stragglers. ) ,hichif they gain sufficient
stre99tb soon follow in the track OF
tbo moro osrlv ;, aods; if not, they
linger and die. LIE
The yellow bird, with note half
sad, comes rising and fall. W W 'ii1
forests edge, and picks dain, meai
from the thistle beside the fenb,
Here comes a downey san, now LITE
up and then falling TO the earth. So
with the good deeds of men. They
are swept onward an on some spot
linger, as the seed, to germinate and
bear fruit The notes Of the blue bird
are heard no more. He is the first
songster in the spring, and with the
exception Of the robin, the last in the
fall.
'When all the gay scene of summer are o'er,
And Autumn, slow enters so silent and sallOw;
And millions of Warblers that charmed us before,
Have fed in the train of the seeking swallow
| The blue bird fOrsa ken, yet true to his home
| Still fingers, and looks for a mder tomorrow;
! Till forced by the horrors of Winter to roam,
! He sings his adieu in a lone note of sorrow"
WILL
But we miss the music of the birds
that cheered US through the long sum-
mer hours. They no longer give
morning concerts in the orchard and
grove, and pour forth their joyous
songs at the sunset hour. The little
brook, wandering through the valley,
leaps and sparkles along its pebbly
bed, and sings as sweetly now as it
did in summer. The winds have not
yet forgotten their summer softness.
and late asters twinkle like stars
though in the shade of thickets.
| The small buttonwood leaves have
changed to yellow; the Virginia
creeper has assumed crimson, while
the soft maple is decked out in scar
let. The sugar maple is dressed in a
r suit of orange. White ash leaves turI
yellow; elm, yellow brown; whith oal
d leaves dark orange; hickory, pail
yellow; yellow oak, bright scarlet
cherry tree leaves become red; apple
yellowish> brown. There seems to b.
) great coincidence in the discolori
cation of the leaves of deciduous trees
and the beauty of our forests at thl
season of the year are unknown, "
believe, in any other part of the worlC
But the leaves are falling; morning
}, after morning you can see them DROP
= ping thicker and more frequent; loos
ened by the early frosts, till all da
long there is a shower through the ia
woods. They are dropping around I
N now, with sound like soft rain, an
"a the many clasping arches throug
Ss q: which we see the sky, are fast losin
their tracery of painted arebesques.-
A clear broad lake is before us-blr
and fathomless-for it holds the a.
tumn heaven, and away through b tt
light haze, some purple hills rise wi
long curve above the horizon. II
en- chrystaline brightness of the atmo
IL, Ss phere touches them with clear glO'
cd ing purity; and, gazing on the SO
:, outlines. our soul goes back to o.
of youthful days.
A deep dreamy haze wells eve
object and far in the dim distan
- Il .l,r DoaaE aDd hland