AUTUMN.
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Tho season is stealing silently onward when the Goddess of Nature disrobes her. self of her simple blooming livery ofgreen, and assumes her rich, russet and variegated mantle, as if to conceal her waning charms by a display of gorgeous decoration.- Crowned by the blessings of industrious toll, the heart of the husbandman expands, as he proudly beholds his overaowing granaries, and his feelings swell with exul- tation at the sight of his bending orchards, unfolding the golden treasures of P Pomona. Home, always the dearest spot on earth, is now the abode of renovated fondness springing from the rich profusion of the of ferings of the season-a sanctuary from which labor has expelled barrenness and pinching want. Gratitude to the all boun- teous Giver is among the duties enjoined on humanity, to a sense of which obliga- ton, the appearance of all things around may well recall the coldest disposition.

 "Think, oh, grateful think,

 "Who pours abundance OCT your flowing felds."

 In the midst of the reign of the perfect ness of Natures stores, her decay is also visible the falling of the dry and withered leaf is a touching emblem of mortality ap- pealing with irresistible though melancholy influence 10 our hearts.

 While on the subject of the season, we cannot forbear subjoiDing the following beautiful and appropriate remarks:

 "There is an eventide in human life, a season, when the eye becomes dim, and strength decays, and when the winter of age begins to shed upon the human head its prophetic snow.

 "You have entered upon the autumn of your being, in which you may mediate up- on the past and future, and compose your self for the mighty change which you are soon to undergo. ,,

 "It is now you may understand the magnificent language of heaven-it mingles its voice with that of revelation--it sum mons you in these hours when the leaves fall, and the winter is gathering, to that evening study which the mercy of heaven has provided in the book of salvation. And while the shadowy valley opens, which leads to the abode of death, itspeaks of that love which can conduct to those green pastures and those still waters, where there is an eternal spring for the children of God.'-Miner's Journal.