The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1894-11-08
TEE MELANCHOLY DA vs.,
DEED.

DEED.
The poets have libeled the fall sea-
son of the year. No sooner does Jack
Frost nibble at The nose OF some
crusty bachelor as he turns over for
morning snooze and hugs the pillow
Ia poor substitute in vain for warml h,
than he groans on
'sThe melancholy days have come,
The saddest of the year
Melancholy days, indeed. Alter q
long, hot, dusty summers fighting
mosuui os, flies and the innumerable
insec!oria OF the solstice, after swelter.
ing through the long hot days and
vainly counting sleep through the still
hot nights, how delightfully."- cool and
iuvigorating are the first breezes OF
the fall. The blood dances through
the veins in ecstatic delight, the step
quickens, the roseats cheek of beauty
CLOVIS with a deeper tinge, and a
young girls breath, exhaling as it
were swCets from o bed Of viOlets, is
caught by the Jealous airand thickens
into mist of honied fragrance. The
eye brightens, the features, languid
through the summer heat, catch the
glow of the whole body, and beam
with nealthtul intelligence. Jocund
life stands tiptOe in the very exuber-
ancs of existence.
What more glorious to the school
boy of q frosty morning as he buttons
his Jacket closer about him, blows on
his hands to keep them warm, and
whistles to his dogs to take his first
hunt of the season for old Molly Cot
ton Tail. The very horse we ride
after the hounds shows the joy and
animation of q frosty morning and
champs his bit, eager for the chase.
How merrily the farmer sings
as he drives his team Sfield to gather
in the fruits of his labor through
the growing, ripening ard As~isring
months, the cider press Ia turning on
Its rusty crank in the orchard, giving
promise OF sweet and restful hours OF
converse with those we love, as the
nuts and jokes are cracked about the
blazing winter night Preside. The
labor OF the year with all the rural
population is over, and to those of US
ka In hn
sweet the memories of the restful and
joyful winter. Every home has been
set In order, the barns are full, barrel
after barrel OF red russets and pip.
pins line the rough rock foundation
Of the cellar of the old home-
stead. The smoke breaks from every
single in the smokehouse, and we
know 30 we'll It comes from the burn
Ing of the hickory chips that are cur.
ing the hams that will have the place
ofhoDor at many luscious meal. Oh,
the lingering memory of Tennessee
and Kentucky hams. A few Texans
are loyal still to them and have them
annually shipped to this capital.
No less do the fall months bring JOY
and gladness to the towns and cities,
The literary al d philosophical aescetio
can use the winter nights to drink in
new truths from the lecture platform
and wander the new fields of phil
Osophical and scientific research. The
theaters open and society delight
itself in the mock hsrOism of the
buekin. 1t is the season of testivity
and gsyety, when youth and beauty
meet to miugle in the dance end trip
the light fantastic toe with glowing
feet and painting beaTts. It is the
season when hospitality well
comes into it's warmed homes
friends ard acquaintance and
around the generous board wit ard
repartee flash and sparkle. Above all
it is the royal season of weddings,
when life's contract il made at the al.
tar, and eye meets eye, and heart
beats against heart in loving response
of those feelings that glow in the
breast of youth, mature and
strengthen with age, aud it is to be
hoped although there will be 40 mar
risge and giving in marriage
there, that they will last
with all their uuse'f.h fer
vor through all eternity. 1t is the
season of general joy aud happiness !
to the lusty and vigorous, bus it ia,
too, the season when the go. hav-
ing ripened into fullnes', are gathered !