Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1869-09-18


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ihsm other lhlngs eoVsFlas thea eiAH
things ending in her gaiIsTs, were bought
cheap for cash 81 CLARK 4 nryah's the
lhlrl said the delicious cake she was send,
Ing the way Of all goOi sohfseiiOHry, she
got at Dohny S Drolher'si free, gratis, for
nuihin, without eoslin' a cent and the
fourth delicious liuls sngaF-lips sKelaimsi'
Mr.. Arlington is cutting down The jinPson
weeds, 50 the people can see his shop, then
pointing across the street, she continued,
Girls, don't you ihlnk that ugly pond
over there ought TO be allied up Gracious
just look at them nasty hogs roofing up
that old rotten raWhlde. rheul Let's
get away from here. Aud away they did
went, their scented eurls aud iresses lined
as they ran by the breeze OF Autumn
Isn't there sweetness 10 the auiumnal
musings Of The poeisg .hear the king OF
the poets on this side Of the "big drink -
Bryant .---,
"The melancholy days are come, the sad
dest Of the year,
or wailing winds, and naked woods, and
meadows brown and sere. = -
Where are the flowers, the fair young flow-
ers, that lately sprung and stood { <
In brighter light and softer airs, 4 beau
teous sisierhoodl .- 80
Alas they all are In their graves, the gen.
the race Of flowers
Are lying in their lowly beds, with the
fur and good Of ours.
The rain Is falling where they lie; but the
cold November rain
Calls not, from out the gloomy earth, the
lovely ones again"
Now, there is melancholy music in those
lines, in which "ihere is mournful joy"
as Mr.. Prentice might say. But il is here
announced that the new building of Mr..
Joseph C. Mcconnell is nearly complete,
and therein may be heard every day, Sun
days excepted, the music of the ringing
anvil. Have you noticed how much finer
is the ring of Carey & Wclch's anvls these
cool, clear mornings than it was in the hot,
sweliering days Of July and Its successor?
Is there pen that can define that strange
sadness which viii come over one in the
Fall season, when there is q halfshadow
in the air, when "the robin and the wren
are Hown," when in the coo Of the dove VIC
detect q cadence of added melancholy,
when one wandcrs into bosky woods and
hears the windbaps the lone partridge
call the sound Of dropping nuts, the wind
ing of the distant 'unter's 'orn and the
deep. bay Of the aforesaid 'unter's 'ounds?
POUNDS! wouldn't it be a first-class treat
for us to go along with Hord, Laws, Bark
ley, and other jolly fellows like them,
who haven't always got a -choly-re-
morbus, or 10 the-apron', in
November, on q unit, with 'ounds, and 'hn-
ter's 'orns, and orses, and guns, and 'baccy,
and many wee, drops of the crayturc? The
expression we find in many of the poets
and in all the trash of the newspaper.
ner tribe, Tin our own PONIES, also,) "mourn-
FIJI sweetness," like dose of ouinine in a
spoonful Of sorghum, may be applied to
the musical cadence of the soft winds Of
Autumn. Their, signing past the caves of
the Railroad Corner has not yet made Ed.
Hunt stop selling excellent goods cheap or
try to whine like the above Winds. or go
10 taking quinine, while there is always o
,cagoner to deliver the goods. While the
falling leaves remind us that those we love
may all desert US and perish, and leave us
lonely amid the winter of life, we must also
remember that the naked can be comfort
ably and elegantly clothed by Swink s.
Roberts, cheap for cash. or on customary
time 10 prompt customers The sound Of
falling leaves, after the first heavy frost,
away up yonderi in Kentucky, Indiana and
Ohio, where the leaves drop, from time to
time, until not leaf is left on all the
my iad trees of the forest is something
10 listen to and talk and moralize about;
but down here in evcr-beautiful Texas,
where the old leaves stick till the new ones
como and shove them OF, '.sorler,' we find
our stereotyped and stolen and borrowed
ideas which we used to print every fall
further North, SO. very inapplicablc in this
latitude, that We fear to publish them, lest
VIC be charged with flching them from
Bonner's Ledger or Bryant's Post. But
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