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AUTUMN.-Nature already wears the So
Der livery of the departing year. Blithe-
some Summer, with Its flowers and music
its freshness and verdure Is past; and the
deepening tinge of approaching deea hath
left lis impress on all the glowing beauties OF
the year. Natures ennumbered choiresters
have ceased their joyful carols, or tuned
their instructive melodies to sonerer laws
No more the evening air is laden with ffae-
rance. floating from the lips of flowers
No longer can We regale the vision on the
undimned loveiness of Natuie's own handy
work. The breath of;he spoiler is ming led
with every moving breeze. and neither fra
GRANGE nor beauty can purchase exemption
from its lighting visitation


Yet Autumn is not witout It's uses. IFS
pleasures. and even its beauties; aud we can
bu: pity those who


"Can die ola rose, in aromantic pain"
but whose mind and feelings can alone be
approached but by direct appeal to their
external senses. Poor butterflies of a sum
mer's day sicklv ephemera-basking in
the smiles of a meridian sun but ever Tnur-
muring as that sun advances towards the
distant outline oft year Autumn-how
great It's facilities for mental culture, and
moral improvement and how reckless and
hardened must that mind be, which can neg
lect the oae and resist the other How elo
quently it breaches OF mutability. and decay
and deathi and he who can


Find tongues in trees-boolxs In the run
ming brooks


Sermons in stone, and good in every thing
may learn his deepest and most enduring
lesson of gratitude from its rich abundance
as well as humility and resignation from il:
| fading glories. Yet how few are willing
| to profit. from the teachings of Nature
! When we look uponthe fading rose, how