Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1878-10-16
October,

Through this western gate, arched with
eOlors that almost bewildered the sense,
the living year passes out with all the
pomps and shows of royalty, carpeting the
earth with the rainbow hues which nre
lavishly flung down from its tree.tapes-
tries. We are come to the month that is
matched by no other but June in respect
to being beautiful in its time. The latter
IS al promise, the former all perfection.
| One Is IL raptuous brief season of budding
aud bursting, the other is full. calm and
tranquil period of resplendent realities
Both are the opposite poles as types of our
human life; the positive. that makes its
warm pulses felt in every fiber of the be-
lng.-the negative, that compels medta-
| 1--WE moods and soothes to silence the
voices of ambition and unrest The suns
ire daily cnursing towards the one and
away from the other. In cities, the airs
# October are so clear that they act on
the brain like Il potent elixir, giving the
houghts and sensibilities Il magical cari-
tication In the beautiful suburbs, an un-
broken succession of pictures passes before
tte eye, of lawns Uttered with autumnal
pigments. hedges turning dull and brown,
venues and lanes swimming with the cur
rents Of yellow sunshine like conduits
made for that purpose alone. and Il sleepy
ireaminess enveloping everything with an
influence none can escape. In the country,
ind there only, the glory and the delights
of October are known as all desirable
things are known at their source There
The seasons enjoyment is to be had al its
ull. Nothing interposes TO break the effect
nr mar the harmony.
The citizen who is country bred feels
now the same instructive yearning, every
lay. to be back among the hills and out
On the open fields with which his feet were
familiar in youth that the steed bred to
var manitests when he hears the sound of
the trumpet The inner nature, which is
he spark and core of the one developed
by contact with the world. kindles now
vii h "reminiscences which none but those
which spring in June can parallel. These
IRE the days of the stubble in the grain
fields in which the partridge coveys are
beaten up; when the ox-wagons are piled
with yellow corn and golden pumpkins;
when the apples 60 off to the cider mill
and every cider barrel wears a corn-husk
fringe AT its bung; when the smoky hills
echo back and forth the reports of the
''h'Nio 5'h tuttllS
ire alive on the upland and in the wood
TO their danger; when the hill-sides are
draped. as by regal carelessness, with tap
n>tries whose inwoven dyes defy descrip-
ton; and the hunters moon shines like a
Furnished shield of silver against the
deep, reposeful Heavens; and the morning
smokes 90 up from the home-c chimneys
like incense from tn altar-hearth; and
he frosty nights succeed strangely to sui
Try moons, making the companionable
evening fire pleasant in its play across the
ceiling above and the faces beneath. There
is more in delicious October than any
book can hold between its covers. All its
associations are endeared ones and no
other. lis skies, its suns, its smoky haze,
its pastoral tranquility, its silvery moon,
its glories and miracles of color on tree
and rock and wall, its monday dreaminess
and its invitations within, they all stamp
this month us the one that, crowded with
blessings, floats toward the past on deep
current of tranquility. 1t is the month of
all the rest for every one to be abroad
who can, for the sunshine that steals into
the heart now will surely remain to cheer
and warm it till October of the coming
year.-BostOn Posi-.