Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1870-11-20
A November sabbath nay.

Simmer with its heat, its birds ana its
blossoms. has Just passed, and tnls Nosem
Der Sabbath morning finds rs IN tne oeepea
and mellower but passing gloTies o. the
autumnal season. Nine months " .ns
wear 1870 are gone, and we have passeu
The middle of the tenth. The great "omp
of Nature has given out her apunoans
progeny. and we have been suppied WAN
fruit and flower till the land runs or.
Nine months of the twelve are dead ana
belong to the obituary that Time writes as
events drop into the records OF the past
October RULED with brown the forest trees
and their foliage dropped trembhngly
down. covering as with a carpet the cooling
earth till abe blooms again, faliing upon
the bosom that gave them nutriment Ia
the fiowery spring-tine.
The zephyrs have fingered long ana
lazily with us this season, coming up as
breaths from the sweet South, 10th to leave
us to the cold bleak winds, driving down
from Northern climes, laden with snow ana
| ice. Now, if after the frost-work ana n,e-
| NAV we End ourselves recipients OF the
| GOOD fruits Of the yielding year we WIZ
| bless the nine months gone; and IN theih
harvest giving they should not have done
so- then we viii not look frowningly back
on these nine months gone.
The crisp, dying and dead leaves that
We ace living around and about us this Mo-
vember Sunday is but the morseling Of
God AZ he scatters with Omni6c hand the
nerishable particles and fragments OF the
seasons of time, showing the wondrous
infinite power of the great Harvester,
who gathers all things anew and at viii IN
the illinitable season of Eternity.
Each leaf that has fallen or may fall qulv
srinp To the cold earth to-day is signing
syllable Of the forest, dropping into the
dictionary of nature, and whispering tC
the soul OF man 'sthou mayst the darken
ing universe defy to quench thine MINOR
: tality."
The unspeskable meaning of each falling
, leaf in untoned sadness, save as wnspere'
in tameless winds and murmu1ng breezes
is impressive of our mortality, and yet
! suggestive of future and perennial exist
: ence. for whence each one falls twlg
!. left for another tc grow again, rustlln
!. beaveuward in another spring-hme, as q
: immortal souls when their frall tenement
= have commingled with kindred clay.
. Thisautumnal season has been glorlou
, one. The rich sweet earth had been turne
, and ridged with the pillow share, and hard
industry has been rewarded for the tiDag'
The DAVIS have been mild and serene as II
ID smile Of saint. The harvest-moon locke
iovously down from her meadowy blue a
on the stocks and granaries OF the hr
bandman, and Ceres has smiled upon 70
90 nlowman who ''broks the glebe an
~ homeward plodded his weary way. su
9 kissed in the tropics, the glowing bose
O. of the South has given abundantly OF u
=, commercial snow of her cotton neio
ih These are some of the blessings OF
nine months gone. Bless them, ana d
ce lowed be all their memories!
-, Thus in the garnered treasures OF !
oy fruitful November let US not forget WI
III the seasons teach-birth, lie, truiuo
oo death, Immortality.
~, Among the perishing leaves and lfOs'
I'LL blossoms. as we ourselves are, let US 10
into the home of the stars, and reflect u
though perishable here, we are, eacn o.
ds, immortal there; and let us remember, e
on this Sabbath morning, that IN L
no. blooming garden, where the fig trees gr'
Wv death and decay never entered, ull
use had learned to disobey his God