The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1877-09-22


Then come spring and summer, with their
brightn ess, their seed-time, their leafng,
blossoming, growing, and ripening, stoge-
Their with their festive Joys, rudy, healthy
hues, and general felicity. Finally, au-
tumn comes with her golden crown to adorn
the year; she pours her fruits into the lap
OF plenty and gamers her rich stores for
sustenance and comfort during the interval
in which growing and fruitage are sus-
pended. q
And this autumn is so delightful-so be.
neticent. Abundant and generous in bel
noble gifts, she blesses us with the brigb,
and bracing mornings, the varied hues OF
forest and plain, and the gorgeous sunsets
that conclude the days. that precede the
nights whose genial temperatures bless the
sleep with that glorious rest that would
seem sufficient to restore the energy and &C
tivity OF man after, rs it were, year OF Ia
Dor.
Indeed, the autumn morning Is one phase
of nature that we can admire and enjoy
with inexpressible delight. We repeat thai
90 lovely are the seasons, so many things
have they for admiration, that it is hard tc
compare them one with another, giving
preference to any ose over others; but we
can say shat there IL positive delight in
the bright, cool autumn morning that has
no drawback. The light Is all around, and
we may say within us. The sounds are
clear and unmuffled. The songs Of birds,
now varied somewhat by the change OF sea-
son, esound brightly through the air
They appear to be holding their last inter.
views and exchanging visits preparatory to
their departure for their winter quarters
There is a thread of sadness in their tone:
which expresses their regret at leaving the
scenes OF their loves and domestic joys and
carcs-the groves and streams with which
they have been familiar and which they
have enlivencd with their melody. On such
morning the sounds are all unusually i'm
nressiye-the low OF the COW, the crow OF
the cock, and the anvil Of the shop on yon-
der hill by the rcd-clay road, how sweetly
il rings on the ear to the lively blows OF the
vigorous ::JonN SMITH
five would picture one particular situa-
ton in which we have enjoyed the keencs;
pleasure we should speak Of the stage-coach,
with four spanking horses to draw it, q
brave whip to drive them, and six genial
passengers inside the vehicle. Observe the
horses as they sniff the brisk morning air,
while the passengers are seated and the
driver arrangcs his lines and makes himself
square and comfortable. The high-mettled
steeds paw and dance with Impotence. AT
last "All right" is the word, and away in
GALLON dash the team along the fine road,
their hoofs ringing the livcliest time as
they 90. The driver has them well in
hand rs the stage rolls along upon the
curying road, amidst fine forests, love-
" scenes, and around deep gorges. II it
be mountain road. all the better. The
passengers are full of life, and the merry
laugh is the ready response to the liyeliest
humor or most playful wit. What other
condition OF the traveller is so full Of brave
spirits and manly inspirations! Away with
Your railroads and steamboats,. Give us
this happy journey of bright, cool au-
tumn morning, in a fine stage, drawn by
spirited horses, and with lively companions.
That is the way for real manly life. 1t
is a way to see the land, to admire its
beauties, and reireshen that noblest earthly
sentiment of the breast OF man: love Of
country.
We remember another scene OF an au-
tumn morning that in youth filled our heart
with yearning to be off for some OF the rich
lands of our grand country. The autumn
was the time for emigration. The roads
were few, and horseback was the "cum-
pulsory adjustment for the emigrant. An
early breakfast on frosty morning was
the prelude to the departure. That over,
the fine saddle-horse was brought out ::
sometimes two or more, for often the tra-
vellcrs were several, and included both
sexes. The steeds were accoutred with
saddle, bride, martingale, and collar, and
saddle-bags well stuffed. The sun was just
peeping over the hills the smoke curled
from the nostrls Of the horses. and travel
lcrs adjusted their gear and saw all right.
Amongst the commissary stores was the in
eyitable and venerable rooster, boiled to
Jelly, which was the finest travelling food
then known. An examination proving all
ready. the Misunderstanding, and embracing,
and kissing (where that was alowablc)
took place, and the affectionate farewell"
was shouted as long as audible, while the
horses, as full of life and hope rs their riders,
rapidly widened the distance behind them.
All! these local and domestic scenes in
those days were common to every neighbor-
hood in Virginia, and she sent off steady
stream Of emigrants to civilize the then
western wilds. Every homestead had its
autumn morning of departures, with their
sadness, their hopes, and heroic impulses.
They were the tit preludes to events in So
cial life which honor the virtues and glld
the glory of humanity. All, what blessings
there have been, and what glories and
beneficence there ever shall be, OH the bright
and bracing autumn mornings!
Marjorie Bruce'S Lovers. a Novel. BY
MARY PATRICK. New York: HARPER d
BROTHERS.
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