The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1865-10-12
OctOber-Sentimentauy and Sensu-
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| Washington Irving have reproduced theu
/ IN thoughts that breathe with their spicy
/ fragrance and burn with their matches
/ splendOr. As the season returns, memory
! recalls the old pictures Of these poet m.
nsrs, and even amid the fth, the evil fla
| vors, the coarse tumult Of this sordid Baby.
/ Ion, the solemn quiet Of the musky October
wo ds seems to steal in upon our hard city
NATURES, and tranquiilze our restless city
souls.
Say not that the theme is hselneyed
Custom cannot stale its Infinite poesv.
Gould we live a thousand years, the Eden
that comes down from heaven upon the
sarth with these sweet October sunbeams
would charm cur age as they charmed our
youth and cur msturity. IL seems a. if one
were nearer heaven in this "Sahhath Of the
year The rural wor looks saintlier than
IN the work-day seas on, when its mission Is
to grow. Nature ceases from her iablrs,
puts on her holiday garments, and goes into
an ecsiatic trance, Wise is the citizen who
goes ont from the psnt-up town into her
large domain, 70 walk with her in her radi-
ant dream, until the premonitory touch Of
winter begins to dissolve the delightful vis-
ION. Now, ere her features begin TO stifsn
and shrink in a'cold obstruction's apathy"
now, ere she puts on her white grave-clothes,
ard goes down into her hard sepulcher,
there to lie until Spring, dressed IN floral
gaTiands, shall come to roll away the stone;
row, while lutensest graen clothes the pas
lures, and an the hues Of sunset fsme on tue
wooded hillsj now, when the forest walks
are paved with messy yerdure, and red and
purple end yellow berries-vegetable gems
lie thick on the soft csrpetipg; now while
the parasitic plants dTape the rugged pillars
Of the sylvan temple with scarlet aud gold,
and hang in graceful iestoons-that put 70
shame the most gorgeous upholstery OF art
from tree TO tree; now, when the taWny
nuts and acOrns patter down with a pleasant
sound on last years withered leaves, ana
the squirrels are s-forsging; now, ere the
wood thrush and the wren have ceased to
warbie, and while the late wild-howers are
still a-bloom; now, while the insect world is
humming its melodious death songi nov,
when the resplepdept nights are lovelier
even than the days and tue moon and STARS
seem 10 come nearer to the earth, ss If en-
amOred by its marvellous beauty-ncw is the
time to leave the msn-made town and give
the soul holiday in 6od's-land.
Nor does this magnificent month delight
the spirit alone. Ii is richly frauL ht with
edible blessings that tickle tne sensibilities
Of the sensuous. And lot il not be supposed
that animal and poetic enjoyment are in-
compatible. A poetic temperament retines
the appetite, ana a fine appetite, well serv-
ed tends to sustain and yigify a poetic tenn
perament. Thought cannot soar on len
ten diet luxuriant (lar less luxuriOus) i'm
aginings were never born Of Spartan fare.
K M P.ovi0ence cognizant Of this impor,
tlnt met physical fact, and hence has en-
doEed sentimental autumn-the sea on
when the divine afflatus is m Jst inc ined 10
4 d Of
creature comforts, In 0ci ober all tue meats
become fat aud Juicy. October beef, mu ton
ami veal are no more like the same c0mest-
ibles in mid July than ones age-dr.ed and
stringy grandmother is like plump, elastic
Hebe in he teens And, then look at tho
auuumn desert. Tilt your horn Of plenty,
buxom Pomona, and let US deYOur, with
epicurean eyes, its contents-t-sting the
Ch leest of them now and then aawe pur-
sue our nqu siti0n, Tha8ss " 8 tasteful
Creator for Jheso pears -"Bartletts" and
" Duchesses," under whose golSen skins
lusc .ousness lies a melting, and voluptuoul
"Flemiah Beauties, whose flushed cheeks
an Anchorite might be excused for biting
Here are grape -lsabellasi Concordss aud
atawbas-lrom the vineyards, and magnif-
icent clusters nur5ed 10 absolute perfection
under glass. Ihanbs 70 Noah CT Bacchus
some say that Bacchus ives none other
than the great a k-wight Of Scripture un-
der then name-ior giving Us the vsne.
Thanks 20 art and culture iOr bs0wlng its
natural globules to such full proportions,
aud filling tnem With supernatural havors.
Let Us not waste pity on Anaorocn. The
poet-epicure had enjoyed the fruit before he
was clicked by the seed. He died with the
flavor Of the Chan grape upon his palate
Al l-melQns. The eantsiaPe, rough e
bell Of cordsge without, but lined with edl-
BILE gold, every mouthfql Of which is worth
a priuce's ransom. And what an aroma
Aim inhaled no Odor more sensuous
in the seduction chamber OF the
Yelled Prophet, These Waier-melons'
too-but let us cleave one through the cen
tire, LoI O double hive, full of h0usycomb
more delicious than was ever stored by the
bees of uybla in the "holl0w oak. Wait
for Us a moment, good reader, while we bury
our face in "a biusning segmeut-and take at
once a bath and q banquet. 4herel our
whole iNneg man is refreshed and comfsrt-
cd. Green -gages-ehg No wonder that
some fifty wears ago the solid men" Of
England used to call hundred thousand
pounds a "plum." The green gage, we take
It, had been then but newly introduced, and
sh0p-keeper John Bull, ss he smacked his
lips over its gum-sacch crime, natually COM
Uuf eQ ~ 70 lNe apple OF MS eye MS &UlQs
What a eomplimentto to the fruit, that money
loving John should have lkened IL 10 a
hundred thousand pounds What are
these ?-nectarines and apricots. We have
seen better in Europe; for either from lack
OF proper culture or because the climate is
not prbpitious To them, the nectarine and the
apricot dwiudle and degenerate on this side
OF the Atlantic. They manage these mat
ters better in France. Here we have a
shower Of apples-Spitzenberg Seek-no-
furthers, Baldwins, and Greetings. Excel
lent, no doubt, bus we have no relish for
them in the presence Of the rarer autumn
fruits. Let rnem be sent to the store room
until winter shall make them welcome
they will mellow in the meantime, A few
peaches roll out Of your cornucdpia, Pom0-
na, but they are the lees Of he crop. The
sumptuous specimens Of the tribe went out
with Sep ember, aud these are cOld-humored
and sallow, Embalmed in white brandy,
duly sugaTed, however, they viii not be
bad to take in December.
And 90. Pomona, we come to the little
end Of your horn, snd TO the end, too, Of the
space to which ne must limit this gush Of
sentimt Mt and sensuousness. Vale, reader,
until we meet again in pyiat, which, if this
CT, ed find favor with thee, we swear by all
that is egotistc shall be before the waxing
moon that gilds these fair October ghts
has gone the way Of moons aud men
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