Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1875-09-28
From the New York Tribune.
l5cntelnEer flnfs.

Although the season is vet young,
we have already between ralns) u
taste of the brilliant Autumnal days,
and touch of the glory of the Amer
lean clin,lte. Perhaps the heat of the
last Summer was not 30 extreme as TO
prepare Us for the full enjoyment OF a
OGeiated temperature; hut we well
come the OCCASIONAL clear skies and
definite outline, and the elastic vitai-
ty OF the trees after the nists which
have confused the landscape. The
foliage, rs yet but gently touched by
the frost, is almost entire in its mas
sive beauty; while each leaf seen
through the mediu . of translucent
atmosphere, seems To have a separut-
existence. The brilliancy of the flow
ers, iIr the same way, is wonderfully
enhanced Still fingers in our gar
dens the haunting gladiOlus, still the
led and purple and yellow Zenia, still
the snmptuOus and scarlet SALIVA !:
while the dahlia atOnes for its com
mon place cOarseness by its variety
and flOrid luXuTiance and tenacitv If
life. The well trimmed meadows show
slight touch, so far of decay, i'm their
sweeps of grateful green. The gorge
Gus apotheOsis Of the departing day
gives us glimpses of one land.of fairy
i'll the West, rs the rising moon Gre
ateS another of a quieter character on
the other side.
All the day and all the night is full
Of peace. The fever OF the earth is
gone, and we are no longer driven TO
dreamy INDULGENCE as the only resource
from combustion or liQuefaction. We
may shut the windows now, with no
hum of the industry Outslue 10 irri-
tate or distract US. The evening of
comfortable study has come back with
no sclf-hnmOlated moths 20 tease us,
or To fry themselves in tile lamp or TO
be pressed out of all shape and COmeli-
ness i'm the shut folio, the fair pages Of
which they diSfigure. Only little
while ago we had no eveniugs-HGw
there are three or four hours for the
books and the stars before bedtime
There are even now signs of general
housing. the wasp crawls foebiy up
and down the pane with all his fiery
pluck gone out of him; the. cricket
sings in the new quarters which he
has found somewhere in the room /;
the great ugly, .mGribund insects cling
to the wall and the beetles and the
butterflies have passed into the season.
able stage of their metempsych, sis.
We, too. who are insects OF larger
growth, find it comfortable to sit in
the sun aud tO mOralize. Winter is at
hand. For us the spring time of life
with It's budding taDriCs may have
gone: for us, the summer OF passion
and the fruitiOn of Autumn; the hard
season may be 30 near, that already
we feel its frozen breath. Pleasant
and profitable before we GO may these
calm enjoyments of Autumn-quiet
days, nights of unbroken slumber,
g0od-by chances of the, gloTies of, the
earth, a few days OF undisturbed re-
captivity. We may dream over again,
the old dreams ; smile at our large
promise and little performance and
wonder why Nature should plant so
much more wisely and harvest 50
much more plentifully than We. Only
little while, and all this life of the
year will he gone the forests will be
naked the streams frozen; the skies
Ieaden; the air full of sIeet and fog -
Only few days and this bounding
and rejoicing existence of ours Will
change to inertia and the immObility
of the tomb. Vel is it for us for us IT
our Autumn can be one OF wise hus-
bandryi-a harvest festival OF the alice
tiOns, brilliant with the fruits of a gem
erOus life. and fresheued 10y the flow.
ers Of good deeds which will last our
time at least. So we may pass grace
fully through the inevitable. So with
no very deep sigh me may join ''the
innumerable caravan" and bid the
earth which has been so good to us a
CHEEKY farewell.