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sumptuous dyes, like stricken monarch, gather


ing his robes of state about him, to die royalty IN
his purple; the tall poplar, with its minaret OF
silver leaves stood blanched, like coward, IN the
dying forest, burdening every breeze with It's
complainings; the hickory, paled through its en-
during green; the bright berries of the mountain
ash, flushed with more sanguine glory IN the
unobstructed sun; the gaudy tulip tree, the Syba-
rite Of vegetation stripped OF its golden cups, sll
drank the intoxicating light OF noon-day In leaves,
than which the lip of an Indian shell was never
more deIicately tinted; the still deeper dyed vines
of the lavish wilderness, perishing with the noble
things whose summer they had shared, outshone
them in their decline, woman, in her death,
is heayenlier than the being whom, in life, she
leaned; and, alone and unsympathising in this
universal decay, outlaws from nature, stood the
fir and the hemlock, their frowning and sombre
heads darker and less lovely than ever in contrast
with the death-struck glory Of their companions.


The dull colors of English autumnal foliage
give you no conception of this marvellous pheno-
menon. The change there is gradual; in Ame-
rica it is the work of night--of single frost.


Oh! to have seen the sun set on hills bright in
the still green and lingering summer, and to wake
IN the morning to spectacle like this'


1t is as if myriad of rainbows were laced
through the tree tops-as if the sunsets of sum-
mer-gold, purple, and crimson-had been fused
in the alembic Of the west, and poured back in a
new deluge oflight and color over the wilderness.
II is as if every leaf in those countless trees had
been painted to outfush the tulip-as if, by some
electric miracle, the dyes of the earth's heart had
struck upward, and her crystals and ores, her sap
phires, hyacinths and rubies, had let forth their
imprisoned colors, to mount through the roots oi
the forest, and, like the angels that, in olden time
entered the bodies of the dying, reanmate the pc
rishing leaves, and revel an hour in their bravery
M. Hills.