The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1908-11-14
WRITTEN FOR 1.-THE UNION
AUT o II n.
BY GEORGE E. TACK.
TO MY MoTHER-MRs. c.

BY GEORGE E. TACK.
Now comes the royalty robed au-
tumn, "season of mists and fruitful
mel1owness, close bosom friend of the
maturing sum- so beautifully de-
scribed by Keats, with its many
fruits and flowers, all flushed with
many hues," as witnessed by our own
loved Bryant. And as it pauses and
fingers in the valleys, its warm fra
grant breath is waited to US like the
odor of honeysuckle-the odor of the
aftermath, curing in the mellow rays
of the sun.
Few there are who do not love this
season, as she comes smiling over the
hills, her garments glowing with gold
en- rod and purple asters and white
fringed golden eyed daisies. Her
gardens are banked with chrysanthe-
NUNS and dahlias and all the bright
panoply of heaven vaults over them,
forming a vast conservatory. How
softly she trips among the orchards
In merry mood, turning their fruits
into crimson and golden and purple
wealth, and covering them with rare
perfumes and giving the sparkling
streams a mellow laughter they seem
ed not to possess in the sultry days of
summer. It seems almost an echo of
the spring life, this bell-toned rip
pling cadence of sweet brook voices,
how the mists hang like great cur
tains over the distant hills and the
valleys In the early morning, but as
the sun arises In his strength he
sweeps them away with his great
arms, or pours upon them dazzling
ftEsags SaSa5g e!yI? Ct gold that give to them a
Of truth, "the beauty of autumn,
like the beauty of all things else
created, is CLEAN from the shining
of Gods glory"
Over the wales in the mornings
hang heavy mists like vast tent COW
ers. Here and there are hill tops, or
mountain peaks that rise above the
mists like tent poles and seem to sway
in the morning breeze. The far-away
waters sparkle and scintillate like blue
diamonds and the oar blades flash
like golden swords as they arise drip
ping from the water. And while
autumn drapes with her gossamer cur
tain the gorgeous landscapes and
waters, she also hides the work OF
death slowly carried on by her, as she
first fushes with deep color the face
of nature, ere it recedes and leaves its
features withered and wan. The
echoes float with cadence sweet and
low across the water like far-blown
songs of golden bells +; and at even
the cricket's song swells to diapason.
AS darkness falls in the solemn courts
of the woods the katydids resume
their endless arguments for and against
Katy until Judge Frost overrules and
gives his final decision.
And how indescribably beautiful it
is in the autumn-garmented woods,
where the sunlight transforms the
leaves and grasses into royalty car
peted kingly halls and arcadian bow
ers, and the woodland songsters war
Bile their happy lives away. And the
merry excursions here and there,
where the silvery showers of hickory
nuts fall in blessings, and the glossy
brown chestnuts await us, and the
bright eyed squirrels and who can
help falling in love With the sweet
breathed fox grapes as they tempt us
to ascend to their lofty bowers and
bear them away in triumph. Here
and there are somber pines, through
whose branches the winds sigh and
seem to whisper secrets of forest and
lake and glen. There is an almost
endless variety of plants and flowers
to study and admire, and the thought
comes to me over and over again,
surely in this season of surprising
loveliness and in all these days of rest
and quietude, "Cod has made His
wonderful works to be remembered. "
Who is a God like to this God, who
doeth great things and marvellous.
And what rare tone-picture of land
scapes we now witness, pictures oi
gold and crimson, of green and scar.
let forests, and vast glowing banks ol
sumac, whose leaves silently drop
like the moments into eternity, upon
the emerald and gold patterned fields
beneath. Then there are verdani
hills and cottages embowered by gray
old willows and dark green elms, the
crinkled surface of the rivers, and the
sun flushing the tiny cottages along
the far shores, and the purple vine
Yards along the slopes. The yachts
speed along with cleaning white
sails, and at last the evening come:
and the day slowly departs amid
gorgeous train of courtier clouds II
regal attire. And the sweet message
of the flowers Why is it that Sc
many of them are either shaped lik'
a star, or else have upon their deal
faces the form of star. All, thel
have had traced there by an infinite
hand the thought that they, although
earth.born, may yet bear the imag'
and the character of the world above
And shall we fail to heed and treas