aE aH For the Fountain.
AN ALLEGORY.
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Twas mild evening in the Fall of AS The quiet,
dgnifed September was just taking her departure,
and handing her basket Of rpened fruits to her younger
sister October she odesty and gracefully withdrew
and her fine form gradually disappeared in the misty
haziness Of the Indian Summer


The younger genius then took the sceptre, and with
its reception, commenced her thiryone days. power
As she gazed on the beautiful landscape, now but
family tinged with the sombre hues Of Autumn, she
seemed to sigh nvountanly, that the performance OF
her duty rendered necessary to change the scene, to
trp il still more OF its beauties and prepare it for the
dread reign OF old Winters immediate forerunner the
chilly November,


The appearance of this genius was graceful in the
extreme She seemed to smile with grat6ed pleasure
upon the fruits OF her season. lay clustering around
her.


Twas true no Summer rose-wreath encircled the
brow Of this pretty brunette but in its stead were the