The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-11-16
rFrom Chambers Journal.
Country in Autumn.

lJohn Logan, who has been described rs on
| of those unfortunate men of genius whose lif
I has been marked by disappointment and mis-
/ fortune, was born at SOutra, In East Lothian
! In I7Is. He early evinced poetical talent, anS
I throughout the whole OF his productions Their
runs a vein OF tenderness and moral sentiment
tinged with melancholy. We give an extrac
from one Of his best pieces, written during {
visit to the Country In Autumn"
| 'Tis past mo more she Summer bloomsI
Ascending In the rear,
Behold congenial Autumn comes,
The sabbath Of the yeari
What Time Thy holy whispers breathe
The pensive evening siIade beneath,
And twilight eousecrates the floods:
While Nature strips her garment gay,
And wears The vrsture of decay,
U let Inc wander through the sounding woods
Ah well-known strpsmsl-aBl wonted groves
Still pictured in my mindi
Oh sacred ~c-ne of youthful loves,
Whose image lives brhindi
While Sad ponder on the past,
Tue joys that must ho longer last;
Tn wild-fower strewn on Summers bier,
The dying music of the grove,
Aud tie last elegies of love,
Dissolve the soul, and draw the tender tear
My steps, when innocent and young,
These fairy paths pursued
And, wandering Der the wild, sung
My hncies to the wood.
mourned the Iinnet-lover's fate,
Or turf lie from her murdered mate,
Or while the mOurniul vision rose,
sought TO weep for imaged woes,
Nor real life believed a tragic talel
Alas Misfortune's cloud unkind
May summer soon oercast
And cruel Fates untimely wind
All human beauty blast
The wrath OF Nature smites our bowers,
And promised fruits and cherished flowers,
The hopes OF life in embryo sweeps;
Pale Der the RUNS Of his prime,
And desolate before his time,
NagfNa
Yet not unwelcome waves the wood
That hides me in It's gloom,
While lost In melancholy mood
muse upon the tomb.
Their checquered leaves the branches shed;
Whirling M eddies O'er my head,
They sadly sigh that Winters near:
The warning voice hear behind.
And solemn sounds the death-bell Of the year.
Nor will court Lethean streams,
The sOrrOwing sense to steep;
Nor drink oblivion Of the themes
On which love to weep.
B lated OFT by rtblrd riil,
While nightly DER the haIlowed hill
Aerial music seems To mOuin;
III listen Autumn's closing strain;
Then WOO the walks of youth again,
And pour my sOrrows DER the untimely urn
"One side the room the old folks slept
Her father and her mother;
The swins. wherl, loom, and warplng-bars
Were standing on the other.
"The tom. cat and cosset lamb
Were in one corner lying,
While DER my head the pumpkin hung
My darling had been drying.
"Above the b .lching back-logs lain
The pig aud turkey victual
Was sweating on the iron crane,
Within nve-pail kettle.
Three hoys Were in a trundle-bed-
One kicking with the collie;
Three girls down through the knot-hOle floor
Were peeping-iull OF nolic.
"Thelr library, on the mantelplece,
Was of a rare selection;
They had all Of the standard works
And but one work of fiction.
"The Bible, Bunyan. Watts Hymns,
Whieh taught both me and you 50
Arithmetic and CrusOe.
"Grant said he always lived by plan,
For ON the shelf appointed
There smoked the sulphur in the pan
From which the children ointed.
"Her mother, ere she went to bed
God bless the dear old bOmespun saint,D
The rourd pine kitchen-table sprrad
With honey reeking from the bees,
With nutcakes and with pigs-fOot cheese,
IN case the girl or was faint"
4" 'The senman's bark, whose bellied sail
The storm has drenched and wind has filled,
To r. ach its destined por might fail
If storm and wind were stiiled.
" Ana tnuS our Dafks may quicker ma.
Though long of waves tile sport,
Though dashed ahrad by storm and wind,
A hnal peaceful port.
" The smouldering Goals that underneath
some cumbrOus pile have calmly lain
Might fire the world IL famed by breath
Of passing hurricane.
" And, Brother, now perhaps thou hast,
Deep buried meath plebeian name.
A fire, which, touched by sorrOw's blast,
May kiudle into flame.
. The rust that creeps DER warriors blade,
When peace can sleep without alarms,
Is seen no mOrr when shout is made,
To arms! the foe 10 armsv"