The New England farmer . ORS. OCTOBER FANCIES AND PACTS. When all the gay scenes of Summer are oer, And Autumn slow enters so silent and sallow;And millions of warblers, that charmed us before, Have fled in the train of the sun-seekine blue-bird forsaken, yet true to bis home, Still lingers and looks fjr a milder to-mo»ow;Till farced by the horrors of Winter to roam. He sings his adieu in a lone note of sorrow. — Wilson. CTOBER, inNewEngland, pre-sents some ofthe most charm-ing scenes ever^ presented to the^^^ eje. Thomson,in the Seasons,s of the au-tumnal foliage in Eng-land, in g
The New England farmer . ORS. OCTOBER FANCIES AND PACTS. When all the gay scenes of Summer are oer, And Autumn slow enters so silent and sallow;And millions of warblers, that charmed us before, Have fled in the train of the sun-seekine blue-bird forsaken, yet true to bis home, Still lingers and looks fjr a milder to-mo»ow;Till farced by the horrors of Winter to roam. He sings his adieu in a lone note of sorrow. — Wilson. CTOBER, inNewEngland, pre-sents some ofthe most charm-ing scenes ever^ presented to the^^^ eje. Thomson,in the Seasons,s of the au-tumnal foliage in Eng-land, in glowing that, probably,bears no fair comparisonwith what we always seehere in October. Manyyears ago, Dr. D wight,then Presidentof Yale Col-lege, asked anJ- intelligent Eng-lishman of taste,while admiring with him this autumnal foliagenear New Haven, why the poets of Englandever used the terms brown, or russet, in theirdescriptions of autumn, and received an answerto this effect: ^^Because thfy never saw any. other; such a scene as this never blest theirvision. Descriptions of some of our autumascenery, which were perfectly just, wouldscarcely be credited by the English us, the coloring is not only infinite in itsshades, but glistens and sparkles in its gor-geous profusion. To notice this in perfection, however, oneshould travel by team through a region diver-sified by hill and valley, so as to see the foliageof the oak, beech, maple, hickory, birch, &e.,interspersed with the pine, hemlock, spruceand hackmatack. Then, on the hill-sides andhill-tops, or on the edges of the charmingmeadows that so beautifully contrast with thehigher lands, the sun may be seen lighting upentrances to the woods with a splendor thatreminds us of some grand cathedral, with itsburning lamps, pictures, statues, and otherworks of art. We must see it when the morn-ing sun breaks mildly from the east and firsttouches the leaves on the tree-tops, pencillinorthem with unnumbered cha
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