The Rhode Island American, And General Advertiser

MISCELLANY.

FROM THE CONNECTICUT MIRROR.

We were kindly furnished with the following lines by one, with whose productions we hope to be more frequently favoured. They refer to a little piece lately published in this paper :

AUTUMN.

What is there cheering in the autumn leaves?

Whirling in swift and ceaseless eddies, o'er

The rural path so late with verdure gay?

The cold, blue streamlets shuddering, find them strew

Their banks--prelusive of those icy chains'

Now forming on the Arctick forge for them.

-The Forests pay to Earth their borrow'd robe-

For she, stern usurer, exacts the debt

When most they need the loan bids ruffian blasts

Rend off the sylvan shield, and waving crown

Those fair, fond gifts of her capricious love,

And yield their victims to dire Winter's wrath.

-'Tis true-strange brightness decks the realm of frost,"

Strong yellow gleams, the acidulated green

Turns sickly--verging toward the umber'd brown--

Rich orange dazzles with opposing hue,

While here and there, the bloody tint of Mars

Glares like a war-flag o'er the varied field.

--Still this unnatural beauty but portends

Hasty decay,-like the bright hectick flush

Too deep for health,-and ominous of Death.

Yet some there are, who view this type of Man

With cheerful eye, holding the body's death

To be the birth of his immortal soul,

And hailing all those emblems that announce

His tutelage complete, -his bliss begun.

These love the wind-strung harp where Nature wakes

Her dirge-like melodies, and musing joy

In the brief beauty of the Autumn leaves.