The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1869-11-06
Am Autumn Chat with our Renders.

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Mr. Downing says in one of his pleas
ant rural essays that The autumn is the
time to buy a country place. The sug-
gestion is . sound one. The wealth of
Summon LEAKAGE is no longer disguise /;
through the dropping aud thinned fol-
iage you have a glimpse of all the con-,
tours of the land; the stubble is meas
ure Of the harvest; the succulence of
the late grasses tell what wealth lies ii. in
the pasture lands, and the condition of
the watercourses gives a fair idea of
their average stage of usefulness.
A facile writer speaks of the same
subject more POLITICALLY thus: "There
is mauy susceptible youth whose ad.
miration knows no bounds when Hero
wears her wreaths and laces, and is bril-
Liant upen festal evening; but if he
wall be wise let him stay his decision, till
he sees her in the undress of morning in
the simplert of costumes; and if at the
breakfast hour he can still admire the
baaded locks without accessory of dia-
mond or flower, aud the dress without
trapping or trail, and the face without
the flare of gas-light or the exaltation
and triumphant glow of the festal night
he may count his love sound and the at
traction enduring. " ~
Well, this isa fact prettib expressed.
But alas for these days of naked facts!
We often offtt tifliiuk of our readers as they
get their weekly paper, perhaps every
Saturday night, and wonder and guess
what they say, and how they like each
issue.l Do-they not get tired of our
prosy style, and our naked facts, sherif7s
sales, advertising pufs, etc7 Perhaps
they say: "Give us more spice in our
paper, Jokes that we can understand
without laborious explanation, some
harmless satire, caricatures of the world IS
Soibles, and looking-glasscs to see our
failings; give us something fresh for we
are tired of the artificial imagery, whose
staleness smaeks of the worlds common.
place; give US real and natural episodes
OF life beneath its hard, frozen surface.
On Saturday night as we open the fami-
" paper, Jet US catch the odor of pine
and the glance of an autumnal leaf as it
rustles to the ground; let some geranium
leaf overpower the smell of printers ink.
Tell us Of home Let us know how
wives ought to be attentive To their hus-
bands, and how husbands ought t--but
never mind that. Como every week into
the family circle with blessing"
All this nc doubt our readers say.
Now what say We? So we would like to
come. Ola Saturday evening when your
weeks work is done, the hurry is over;
the Sanbath near, we would like to come
to cheer the desponding, to congratulate
the happy, to speak high words of i'm
port, words which one. hears not these
days, in life's contact We would come
to point the thousands of the weary and
the foot-sore by the still camp-fres of
life's great battlefield to the issues at
stake. We would come to tell them that
the duties of life are far greater than life
itself, to point them in the pursuito of hap
piness, to its beaten and only pathway, to
tell them Of the priceless boon of educa-
tion, Of its absolute necessity, to meet the
questions of life. We would foster
literature at hcme. Are these grand
forests, in their mysterious and mighty
change, draped in their russet leaves of
death, to remain silent Their refeo-
tion is in the human mind, their impress
sion on the human heart; the expression
Of their grand beauty and significant les
son to be found only in the written