Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-09-12
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SATURDAY. SEPT he. 1868.
Autumn Days.

The splendor of Autumn has floated down
upon US like benediction, and the harve4t of
golden days, ripening through all the summer
weather, is waiting at the door to be gathered,
offering its store OF sunshine to be garnered,
for the cheer of winters gloom. The sweet
lovely season rounds the year with the fare
well of peace; it says. 81 am going" and in
stantly the storms and inclemences, the dull
gloom, the sharp bitterness of the past are all
forgotten, the soft winds WOO to forgive
ness, and our hearts are melted in tenderness
as at those other partings, whose shadows lie
long and sad upon the downward path of life
and the upward path of Immortality.
The gardens are ablaze with flowers, bril-
liancy is the order of the day; the asters daz-
zle with their wealth of color; the lilies shine
in cleaning white or burn in crimson, or flash
in scarlet fire; the instantaneous pour out
liquid gold and sunshine, and the rich clus-
tiers of the balsams vie with June roses in
their delicate tints, and graceful foldings.
Abroad on the hills, and up and down the
wood paths, and out in the public roads, the
golden.rod wears its kingly crown, and mods,
stately to the blushing bareback; while the
wild aster, with its shy purpleblue eyes,
chances up at the crowned monarch, whispers
and laughs a moment with the vagrant wind,
as his bold hand chucks her beneath the chin,
then droops again, with yelled lids,
earthward, and trembles at the scandal
she has braved. The loving glances of the
a., ~, lo,.,
lashes, so jealous of uplifting themselves; and
the sky itself seems to have fallen, in great
flakes of lapis-azuli, as these fair flowers
cluster in the grass, dabbling their little feet
and dipping their fingers in the pure streams
that go laughing down the meadows.
The trees are bringing out their gorgeous
robes, and fastening here and there a flaming
jewel to their mantles, and soon the prodigali-
ty OF Elizabeth's great duke shall seem power
ty and niggardness III contrast with their pro-
fusion, for their every movement shall heap
the ground with gems. AS the autumn DAYS
move westward stately and grand and SPLEEN
did, out of the east comes the night wearing
a silvery veil of cleaning vapor, through
which her eyes CLEAN mournful and strange,
with soft yearning glance, and ner chill touch
has an entreaty in it, as if she protested against
being shut out by warm floating curtains, and
would fain follow to the home shelter, where
we hail as friend, in these autumn evenings,
"The fitful freight,
Cleaning on the parlor wall"
These days are made for out of door life,
for walking and riding and rowing,-let the
winter imprison US if it will, after we have
absorbed into ourselves all the glory of the
autumn! VIM smeId wen woven of Octo.
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December? The longest life has not so many
golden autumns, that it can afford to waste
one. What is more inspiring than a walk to
the lake, for instance Oh these bright
days?-the murmur OF friendly talk, grave
and gay, witty and wise, by turns,
giving wings to the moments, and bring
ing the lily-strown waters within a step
Of the town, as it were? the even fall OF
friendly foot in unison with our own? the
clear, brave glance, telling OF the warm noble
heart within, lighting the way? then the out
swinging of the boat-house water-gate, the
CRATE of the boats heel on the sand. the
stroke of the oars in skillfu hands, the swift.
flying motion-for the clear water makes the
under-sky as perfect and distinct as the arch
above, so that we seem floating in the bright
ether between the two heavens-and last, but
not least, the plunge into the sparkling water,
80 deliciously pure and cool, the invigorating
swim, and the stroll back again in the twi-
light, with the same friendly voice. tender ard
true, to make us laugh at trouble, and prove
to US that though sermons are confined to
stones, there still is good in everything
Let all who need try this medicne-it minis
tiers to the mind diseasedas well as to the body,
and we can recommend it as the ''soverelgn'st
thing on earth for inner or outward bruise.
"Fling physic to the dogs" and go out into
the sunshine. These ''shining hours" hold
treasures of health and light heartedness,
which may be had for the taking, there is no
law against stopping them on the highway or
in the ''merrie green wood" and relieving
them of their wealth. Nature never
"Walks over
In gorgeous sweeps of acorn."
She tendery lifts the tired head to her bosom
and binds up the broken heart, and ministers
JOY to life's wounds, and so whispers cheer
till our work be ended.
We subjon an account of Young Paris
ian beauty and countess, to show what yiQor
and health lie in these autumn days for our
American princesses and beauties who choose
to go out into the fresh AIR and sunshine and
take them. Worcester hills are not Swiss
Alps, neither is Quinsigamond Geneva. but
our lakes and hills hold the same strong and
healthful development for men and women if
they will but go out among them seeking for
it, Let US get more ofthe out-of- door breadth
and splendor into our lives, and defy winters
bombardment behind earth-works built up Of
the golden sands of these autumn days,-with-
in walls heaped of great, fair blocks of sun
shine, quarried by our hands in the vast out
of-door mine all around us.
But to our fair countess
"As walker no one can compare with the
beautiful young countess Metternich, who has
oeen setting every masculine individual raw
ing distracted for the last three weeks Thank
heaven, she left us three days ago | know
not what we should have done had she re-
NAMED longer. A man naturally thinks ba
can ascend hitherto unattained heights as we'll
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