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 wrestling with the wind; the frost of eve- ming now gathers upon it, and it's freshness is stricken. Summer-soft.eyed summer art thou gone! Yes; still hear thy sweet adieu signing low in the wales, as thy faint breath steals srom leaf to leaf away! But why should we mourn! The flower may fade and its fragrance die; yet there is with in it the seeds of eternal renovation. In con- nection with human life, we are too apt to reflect upon yellow autumn with feelings of melancholy. It becomes season of con- temptation, and our thoughts go upward to the Author of our being, lowering like timid spirits around His holy altar. But there is something in the fall of the year, with even it's mournfui decay, which charms the soul and sweetens human life ; low sigh, the creaking door, the house crick- cts prolonged chirp, and the lit.up hearth, send our thoughts back on an errand of me- mory to those charming hours and happy days of youth and hope-days of childhood of finnOcence-whcn, with many beloved one from whom we have now parted forever, we sat around the family altar and partook of the feelings of other times. Oh, how a. greeable are those melancholy reflections, as they finger and play in the tabernacle of a virtuous heart! five contemplate the chan ges of the season in connection with here- after, we feel an inexpressible beauty in the comparison, which cannot cease to convince the liberal and creative mind that there is home beyond the grave, {" where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest" It presents an argument dipped in beautiful coloring-like all of Natures fine pencillings-so woven with our existence by the unseen hand, that the keenest eye can- not touch the point at which every separate tint is parted from its neighboring hue. im- mortality becomes an instinctive feeling, which carries the soul upward. we know not how, to its destined and eternal habitation of light and life.

 A ceaseless change, without annihilation, is concomitant of all Natures works. She never ceases to operate. Every thing which we see upon the globe has been acted upon by Natures supreme hand, but has never been destroyed. Wood has been changed by fire to charcoal-passed thence to various states of refinement. until it has resulted in a concrete of elementary light, sparkling in the hue and splendor of a diamond. That man whose eye has never opened upon the noiseless operation of Nature, or witnessed the developments of her haRdy WOrk-WhO has never felt the charms of her Spring time. or heaved an unconscious sigh while view ing the Autumn flower in it's decline, has left uniearned the grandest lesson of his own in- mortality. s-

 Why does not the steel-hearted atheist who burics his soul in an eternal sleep, re- pine at the difference between his fate and that of the plant! Does he not observe the pride of the forest shedding it's leaves in the Autumn-reviving in the Spring-re-c -cloth- ing and replenishing through interminabIe ages? Surely he must, while he surveys his own decayed and nerveless limbs, cry out in despair" For me there is no returning spring, my withered trunk will never clothe itself in Q smoother rind my hoary locks shall never more receive the gloss Of youth no young and vigorous sap will circulate through these chilled and collapsed vessels!" Alas, it will not be SO! What! the plant be renovated, and the seasons come again, while the lord of the earth, with his face upward walking in the majesty of mind, withers and sinks to an ignoble and eternal sleep!

 :" Believe the muse !-the Autumn blasts of death Kill no; the buds of Virtue; no--hey spread

 Beneath the heavenly beams of brighter suns,

 Through endless ages, into higher powers"

 Hard fgM.-On Thursday last, as farm CT was returning home from town after dis posing of his load of marketing, he had pas- sed the bridge this side Of Florissant. and entered the woods on the opposite side, when he heard something cry like a child, and stopped his team to see what it could be. It was about 9 o'clock in the evening, and the moon was shining very bright. After stop. ping few minutes. and hearing nothing, he again started, when the same noise and cry ing was repeated. apparently nearer than be- fore, and he again stopped and got out of the wagon. He had no sooner got out than a large panther sprang at him from the limb nf a RPao tha p0aA hut noiSSnC hsE,n Being possessed of great presence of mind, he caught the panther by the tail, and having but a wagon n-whip in his hand, his only chance was to prevent the "varmint" from turning on him. -t a. .

 We must give his own account as near as we can, and you will perceive from his lingo that he was q Dutchman. "Vell," he said, " ven gets him by de tail he tries to jump dis way, and gives him little dump init my wagon wip: den he tries to jump doder way, den l pulls him doder way and gives one more little dump init my wip; den he jumps right up and pulls him right down and every time l gives him a little dump; den kick him behind little bit and he gets very mad" Why didn't you let him go he was so frightened he would have run Offinto the woods.

 "Oh, de tivel-no, no! if have let go his dail it would be bad bisness." We'll, what iid you do with him We'll. I says go along' to mine horses, and drives him home, and my son Jack takes up de axe and knocks him on de head" The distance he drove ike varmint' was over three miles. During the fight he bClabored the animal so ounmercifully with his cart-whip, that he became conquer cd, and only attempted to turn upon the wag- goner once in the whole distance.

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