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The Editor of the New York Eve hing Journal takes leave of the month of November, in his number published on the last day of the month, in all ar ticlc penned in his characteristic vein, beginning as follows:

 s'Ao0em5cr.--Ihou melancholy month, that standest sullenly upon the thres- hold of the ycar--avaunt! Thou wai!- ing sprlte, whose very sighs are whirl- winds, and whose groans the gathering of storms. and all the elements of trib- ui,,tiiolIii-h.scaee! Then art ihe- essence of despair, mocking at shiny days and warm, that were-and soaring with thy grim and desolating frown the herbage and the flowers, yea, all the green and yellow gaities of nature! This is the last of thy detested days, high Heaven be thanked! No more, for twelve good months, shall mortals know thy wilher- ing twilight, thy half way paitering be tween October's smile and rough De cember's scowl--thy vile, deeeplious bookings here and there, like some un- settled politician on the fsaee. Decen- her comes. Better 10 know the worst nt once, to feel the storm in all it's hor. TOTS, bursting and raging through the worried clouds, than hear it's dismal croaking, suicidal howls along the bend ing wood, the bleak and barren cliff, 0. chafing wave that growls and groyei: oj1 tic misty sttTialisi. stTaisi