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BsAur,rvL.--s. The last Rose Of summer 2
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oEAUTlfVL.--~" Inc laSt rose Oh ouuithcts


-The weeiherwas very warm Yesterday, and
the thermometer rose % 81 In The morning.
but fall will commence from 10 day. sum
mer tried 10 leave us with brgnt sunny
smile on her cheek. but her eye toward night
fall became dim, and as The dews were settling
on the flowers which truly nourned her de-
pariure, big drops fell pauering TO the earth
the last tears Of as delightful Summer, in all
the bountes of nature, as ever the world was
blessed with! Sober September with its golden
gifts is upon us, and the forests are putting on
their plain Quaker colored dresses, for they,
TOO. must be robed for the season. And il is,
above all, the most pleasant of the year--the
season for thought and the more becoming
pastimes. True, III has not the bloom of Spring,
nor the freshness of Summer. but there is q
steady, middle-agedness in its air that brings
back from its wanderings abroad the wearied
mind, and sets il down upon the homely porch
of life, and breathes around it the holy whis-
perings ofcontent. North American. ta5