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BEAUTIFUL ExTRAcT.-The glory of the
summer is gone blythe beautiful greenness
has become withered and dead. Were this
all-we:e there no associations Of moral tes-
olasion: of faded hopes: of hearts witherinr
in the bosom of the living: connected with
the decaying scenery around US, we would
not indulge in moments melancholy. The
season of flowers will come again-the
streams will flow gracefully as before--the
trees will again toss their cumbrous heade
Of greenness to the sunlight--and. by mossv
stone and winding riVnlet, the coming bios.
som will start up as at the bidding of their
guardians. But the human heart has no
change like that Of nature. Il has no spring
:ime. Once blighted in its hour ia fresh
ness il was forever the mark of the spoiler.
The dews of affection may fall, and the gem
tie rain of sympathy be lavished upon it,
but the sore root Of blighied feeling will new
er again waken into life--nor the crushed
flowers Of hope blossom with their uoRted
beauty.