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Autumn.

As the cool breeze comes floating past us from the west, causing our frames to shiver we are reminded that the season of birds and flowers, of sunshine and rambles is over and that Autumn has indeed made its appearance. Material changes are being effected without. The whole universe is resuming a different aspect. The fields, woods and hills are becoming disrobed of their rich, and beautiful garments in which they have been attired during the Summer. The flowers which have bloomed in garden, on hillside and glen, cheering the passerby on his way, are fading from our vision, and alas we must forego the exquisite pleasure which it affords us to receive or bestow a beautiful bouquet. Those pure and holy wishes which can be expressed in so delicate manner with flowers, must now be dispensed with or uttered in words which would fail to make the desired impression. The sick chamber will be more lonely without these bright memorials of absent friends which have truly been likened to "angel visitants." The birds are warbling their farewell notes for they know they must seek a warmer clime. Their songs we will miss which always come to our ears with beauty and loveliness, but the music of their last notes will ring in our ears for a long time. As the fruit with which the trees are loaded and the waving grain ripens, the farmer gathers and stores away for the coming Winter. The picturesque scenes which we have witnessed whenever we have wandered out to contemplate the beauties of nature will not meet our gaze again for a time. Our rambles must also be dispensed with, in fact we must house ourselves up or run the risk of getting frozen or if escaping that, of being shocked with the appearance of our favorite haunts, changed from the most beautiful and enchanting to an apparently leafless waste. Think you I am complaining or that to me all things look dreary and desolate? On the contrary, there are