Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1865-10-27
AUTUlLNAL.

The country has pleasures to offer
for a month or two to come, which
those who return to town with the
last days of summer experimentally know
little about The sBeltering heats of
July and August are not the delicious
airs of September and October As the
autumn frosts mark their mysterious ap-
pearance In the moist medoWs and swami
py places, creeping gradually up the
slopes to blacken the weeds and whiten
the old rail fences, an atmospheric veil
of transparent gauziness is drawn every
where over the face of the landscape
through which natural objects are seen in
the mellow light of an entirely new beau
ty. The very spirit of the beholder be-
comes involved IN the subtle influence.
and all the thoughts-so directly the op-
posite of those of fresh andvigorous June,
are oftranquility, and rest, and peace.
There IS witchery in those autumn
days. A golden spell hangs over them.
They do not so much stimulate to fresh
and glowing thought as invite to pleasing
contemplation. For this very reason the
out-of- door experience of this season is
ito be missed by those who can avail
of its peculiar experience. This is the
fullness and Fipeness of the year The
sunny-cheeked peaches that hung over
the garden wall are not more belonging
OF the time than are the mellow days that
drop out of the tranquil skies of October
The heats Of spring. prickling and burn
ing their way along the veins, too often
beget lassit1de; but the air of autumn is
ceol and sweet even in the open bright
ness of its suns A perfect autumn day
has neither heat nor haste in it. The
spirits are in perfect equipoise. 1t dis
solves its little riches, like the Ethiop's
pearl, in the vast peaker whose rimis the
horizon. tFL 'IHs 7f@i
There are newne1e of the ruddy apple
blossoms of late May showed all over the
orchards, but the trees hang heavy with
globes of tempting fruit. The bars of
the pastures are all down, and the cattle
may stray all day where they will. Crick-
cts and grasshoppers are thick in the
stubble Just now, but it will not be long
before the hillsides will begin to look
brown and sere, and the wild grapevines
will show dun and yellow in the sWamps,
and the juicy greenness of the roadside
brakes will be faded entirely away The
robins, and sparroWs, and fnches are col
lecting IN little congresses, for migration.
By-and-bye the squirrel will race on the
riders Of the rail-fences homeWards, their
cheeks stuffed out with nuts and stolen
corn. The trees will put on their trap
pings of orange, and russet, and purple
and gold. 1t is the outgoing of the year
through the gorgeous western gate.
Earth and man never appear to be In
such close harmony as at this season.
This autumnal magnetism works purga-
lively on the whole years spiritual hu-
mors, expelling what is incapable of as
similation with our nature. So delicious
ly soothing are all surrounding influences,
the soul brims and runs over with tram
quill happiness,-all the profounder be-
cause without pulse of impetuosity.
There is an undertone of sadness about
it, that cannot be forced to the surface in
heights in the landscape of life. where
we get larger views than ever They in
sensibly sober our impulses, quiet our
restlessness,- establish the centripetal
force within us, and develop the indiVid-
ual insight which is among the first of
the souls higher faculti g Boston Post