Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1866-10-17
Au1umn In the COUNTY,.

The days grow short; the evenings
lengthen. The dew falls early, and glitters
on the grass blades late in the morning.
The locusts and katydids are noisy all day
long, and the crickets chirp in season and
out. An amazon among them, or it may
be the ghost of some murdered, mighty,
chirper, haunts the cellar, and ILLS the
house with nightly lamentatiOn. But with
this rare exception, the crickets note is a
happy, CHEEKY one, associated with wood
fire blazing on the hearth and kettle his
sing on the Goals, and thus it suggests both
warmth and cheer. The glory of the au-
tumn is soon to be revealed to MS. There
are. delicate hints of its coming. alreddy;
tokens In crimson and gold daintily dis
played, or coyly hidden among the thick
maple leaves. We have had warmth and
sunshine, and some cold, but very little
frost; yet the death Of the leaves Is near.
The autumn is barbaric in splcndOr before
the end comes, but it is still too early to go
iUto the forests. The ferns and mosSes
everything the rocks and stones are bright
and green, and the foliage Keeps its perfect
malachite; only the outstanding trees, the
picket guard of the wood, dunrbly fore-
token the glory that is to be. The air is
cool and clear; there are no fogs, no un-
wholesome vapOrs.
breathes, and all the autumual lOwers by
roadsides burn. Golden rod stands tall
and rank in tn" fields, and slender and
dropping in. woody waves, and every foot
| path and cart track and roadside wears a
| jaunty, cashmere border of subt)y woven
crimson, purple, bronze and gold. The
sturdy sumach thrusts its pyramid of ber-
| ries upon us, and will not be set aside TO
blush unseen. Every stone wall and neg
| lected rail fence blossoms. The white ev-
erlasting is in the bud, and the purple this
tie unfolding. The Virginia creeper clasps
the trees in last embrace, and tarries to add
crimson beauty to emerald grace. Under
foot are starry wild asters, springing up by
myriads weeds we call thenl and trampie
them down again in the common dust from
which they shoot, unsown and uncared for.
Their position is plainly in the lower ranks,
and they are used to Sights and ignOminy.
In a kings garden they would be at the
least delicate, and perfect OF their kind, and
very far beyond their second cousin daisies.
Among the hemocks the berry displays its
practical, ruddy clusters, and everywhere
the purple aster springs, our own New
England heather. These are things that
| live over in memory, when winter comes
with its ineXOrable blockade. srfr.'-. q
Beside the fire we shall sit and dream of
autumn woods and quiet ways, like paths
to Heaven" all hallowed with wondrous
sunsets; aud live for the long months on
| the nectar we are distilfng now. For
| beautiful as September is in reality, it loses
nothing under the artist touch of memory.
Bleak winds make remembered sunshine
| brighter; r0aring tempests are the grand
| setting OF peaceful pictures; many a summer
bird or brook goessinging through our win
! ter dreams-many garden OF rare delights
| blossoms on our hearth stone. We remem-
Der the weary picnic days ofsummer gone
with their frolic and fun, forgetting only
the warmth and weariness-as in the Au-
gust twilight we recall a winters evening
around the fire, with its story telling, aud
nut cracking, and apple roasting, and the
dusky, uncouth shadows creeping over the
wall. The time Tor books draws near,
Lsmplighting and study are twins, and
| daylight is no respecterof the brotherhood.
Morning brings practical thought and
moral toll, and jmanifoldg toll; the
family circle is broken and its mem-
bers scattered far and wide, but with
evening comes reunion, and possibly rest
and ease. The rich man goes to his city
'place," and, tired of the ceaseless din of
the Streets closes the shutters and curtains
in the quiet which is bordered all about
with sound. The poor man smokes his pipe
on the worn door step, or chats with his
neghbor over the fence; and the rattling
of carts and shouts of children are music
to him after the ten hours clash and whirl
of machi iaery. But he who can go on from
shop or office, beyond mansion and cabin,
to spot where trees wave and flowers
bloom, where fruit ripens aud streams
run, where birds build and sing in sum
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through-he has home, and If there be
peace and content within, has attained al
ready to all he should desire this size Of
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