AUTUMN.
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Autumn is the season for reflection-the
falling leaves remind us that we also must
change, and sink into the bosom of our pa
rent earth, and like them return to the dust
from whence we came. "Dust to dust, and
ashes to ashes but the spirit to God who
gave 1.-THE flowers arc fading, and the
green paths begin to lose their verdure-but
the store houses of the laborer are filled with
plenty-the granary is loaded abundantly
with the "means of life," and man revels in
almost superfluity in this carnival of ma
turc." Should not our hearts overflow with
gratitude, and our lips utter the language of
praise to the great dispenser of these in
Vulnerable blessings but alas! for human
frailty! in the hour of prosperity we are 100
apt to forget Him whose bounty makes our
spirits to rejoice-tis in adversely the soul
learns to seek its Creator; then we feel,
Him near to us, and from the depths of af-
Fiction we praise Him.


The spring will return to renew the earth
| with vernal beauty-and thy soul, oh man!
shall awake to newness of life; every bud
Of goodness and virtue that is cherished here
when transported to the region of perfection,
shall bloom eternally, and with tenfold love-
Illness! we shall lose only the dross of earth,
its sins, its cares, and wasting sorrows, when
we lay down this tabernacle of clay. While
thinking of leaving this state Of existence;
we cannot but regret the scenes that oul
eyes shall behold no more: they are render
ed dear to us, as being associated with the
memory Of those we fondly loved-the glori
GUS sunshine-the silent evcaing-the buds
Of spring-the blossoms of summer, and
fruits Of autumn-the shade of the fol est
the still flow of the waters, the melody O
birds, and the beauty and fragrance of flow
ers-all of these arc entwined closely arount
our hearts-and to imagine that we mus


leave them forever, calls forth the tear o
sorrow and the sigh OF regret-but let u


remember that we only leave the shadow
for the substance-the things here are bu
images or types of those to come-in hea


ven, all is eternal, and beauty and bright


ness will not vanish, but increase in love


illness as ages roll on, without diminishin!


the periods of eternity-such, oh man! is tn,


glorious privilege! to be ranked with angel
J and archangels, to surround the throne o


the infinite Jehovah, and partakc of happi
ness unchangeable-and bliss that passes no


away.