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Autumn Thou art with US. Already we feel the prickles in the morning air., And the stars shine out at nighA with a pc. culiar lustre. Shortly, we shall see the rich tints which thou flingest Ou the wood- lands, and then thy russet livery, And il ,hOu art now bright, and gay. aud beauii- ful. thou art not less lovely. when thy ha- y atmosphere spreads voluptuOus soit- ness over nature-Swhen the sun himself Is shorn of his beams, and like pale planet wanders through the sky. 1i1 a'l] Sf".

 Autumn! With it's fields of ripening cOrn-and it's trees laden witI. fruit, aud its vines with the clustering grapes .

 Keeling to earth, purple and gushing t; and clear, sparkling streams, and salmon fishing, and field sports. is here. 4.S r.

 Out in the Autumn woods The broad leaf of the Sycamore hath fallen upon the streaMlet and hath passcd on with its tunl- bling waters, or dispaTts them where it has rested against soMe obstruction. The Buckeyes is bare. The Mapleis golden leaved, save where is spread, on field of orange, the hectic flush which marks ape preaching decay. or where the sap is yet sntuyy GUutSlUSS uuu OCttGatO 6tCCu tC~ mains. The Oak is of a deep crimson, and the Gum even yet of a bloodier hne.- Far of, on the tall cliff, is the spiral pine and cedar, in their eternal green.

 Out in the Autumn woods! When the leaves are falling. like the flakes in the snow-storm. It is time fer rcfection-iI is time for lofty contemplation. The soul is full, if it have ,he capacity to feel, and 1t pushes forth, though the tongue speaks not. And yet it is irresistible, 10 sroam through the au:umh woods, aud listen to the thousand whispering tongues, which fill the air. Tie fallness of feeling must be relieved by the merry shout and loud halloo. ..sz.

 We welcome thec, Autumn. Thou ar, the deares, to us of the seasons--save the flower -month. We hail thy coming snow, not as has been our wont. Since thou vast last here, we have lost friends; and in thy wailing winds, and out beneath thy sky, and roaming through thy varied gor- geous-liyeried woods, our thought shall be turned 10 their memories. Louisuilc G0z.