175 years ago today (October 7):
There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. The sunshine is particularly genial…. It seems to be of a kindly and homely nature. And the green grass, strewn with a few withered leaves, looks the more green and beautiful for them. In summer or spring, Nature is farther from one’s sympathies.
—Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864), journal, October 7, 1841
176 years ago:
The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale.
—Cornelia Louisa Tuthill (1820-1870), age 20, “Virginia Dare: Or, the Colony of Roanoke” (1840)
126 years ago this month:
The softened light, the veiling haze,
The calm repose of autumn days,
Steal gently o’er the troubled breast,
Soothing life’s weary cares to rest.
—Phebe A. Holder (born 1824), “A Song of October,” in The Queries Magazine, October 1890.
63 years ago:
October sunshine bathed the park with such a melting light that it had the dimmed impressive look of a landscape by an old master. Leaves, one, two at a time, sidled down through the windless air.
—Elizabeth Enright (1909-1968) , “Apple Seed and Apple Thorn,” 1953.
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