The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1869-11-18
VOLUME mo: 81.
Autumn of the Year.

The "melancholy days of autumn, the
saddest of the year, to some, and to others
the sweetest, have come at last: with
their golden hues and fading verdure.
And how brief has been the time-when
tempest and desolation were all forgotten
amidst the sweet songs of birds in their
shaded bowers of bliss The chill breath
of nature is imperceptibly stealing over
plant and flower; the leafet wrestling in
the wind, and the green carpeting of
creation is beginning to wear yellowish
or motely color-the index of decay.
This is season ever pregnant with re.
flecton; for all around and about us tells
Of the pcrishable nature of the things of
the earth. TO many who have already
passed the rubiron of middle life, and
whose spirits arc depressed by difficulties
or broken by unavailing struggles, it is
season of peculiar melancholy; for it
warns them that their time tor action has
passed that the advent Of life's winter is
fast approaching. They look back upon
the brig ght spring.time Of their existence,
wien life wore the beauty of promise,
and mournfully contrast the joyous past
with the dreary present.
To those too, who are but in life's prime
it is betimes sadder to look upon the
fowery fields ofexistence thro which they
have been rambling, and to contrast them
with the beaten track they now tread,
and the desolate prospect in the perspec-
tive. Many the bright orbs of hope that
have once cheered thom on tho pathway
of life emits fainter beam tho horizon
of happiness recedes as they advance to.
wards it; the shadows will soon begin to
lengthen, and the chill airs Of evening TO
usurp the fervors of noon day. To many
the pride of their youth has passed away,
and so have their fondest dreams; and
they feel themselves to be changed ard
their faculties of enjoyment diminished,
and are filled with a mixture of worldly
scorn and unavailing regret for the lovely
season that has so briefly fitted away
from them, never again to be recalled
Blu; autumn, with MI its deepening
shadows, is not wholly n season Of gloom,
even though the howling blast and scar
leaf so remind us of perisbed hopes and
coming death. In the fall of the year,
even with its mournful decay, there is
something which charms the soul and
swcetcns human life for the rustic of the
changing green, tho wia6's low sigh, the
creaking door, the cricket's prolonged
cbirp, and the lit up hearth, send our
thoughts back on an errand of memory to
those charming hours and happy days of
youth and hope--days OF childhood, OF
innoccnce--when, with many beloved
one from whom wo have now parted, we
sat around tho family hearth-stone and
partook of the feelings OF other times.
There is moral to be gathered while
contemplating the changes of nature Mt
the present season OF the year; for VIC are
apt TO abstract cur thoughts from the
perishable, to turn from earth's ephemer,
al charms to the more sublime beauties
which lie beyond it. In-our contempla-
tions the belief steals upon us that if the
vital power is continually sustained year
after year upon tho face of the earth, in
the grass blade, in the forest, and in the
many forms of nature--so also will there
come another existence to mans life, and
the trail dust of his mortality will assume
q far brighter and purer shape, be anima-
ted with new existence, by the same
power that garnshes 80 beautifully tho
forests and the flowers.