Our young folks [serial] . The ap-ples and pears are gath-ered, And ha - zel-nuts dusk - y -0---. ^s-s fvizMv t-JL 3: «—* 3=3= brown, P* -#—O—#- w » w. w -*—«- -#_ The moun-tain-ash and the eld - er With ber-ries are bend-ing down. r: :B=J===== N l *—*—*- rs/zzati: -J M—ft, I | ., The robin is growing tamer, And sings us a cheery song ;The little brooks by the roadside Quietly ripple woodbine leaves and the sumachs Are turning scarlet and red ;The seeds of thistles are flying, The summer flowers are dead. The blackberries on the roadside Are changing and ripning fast;The gentle breez
Our young folks [serial] . The ap-ples and pears are gath-ered, And ha - zel-nuts dusk - y -0---. ^s-s fvizMv t-JL 3: «—* 3=3= brown, P* -#—O—#- w » w. w -*—«- -#_ The moun-tain-ash and the eld - er With ber-ries are bend-ing down. r: :B=J===== N l *—*—*- rs/zzati: -J M—ft, I | ., The robin is growing tamer, And sings us a cheery song ;The little brooks by the roadside Quietly ripple woodbine leaves and the sumachs Are turning scarlet and red ;The seeds of thistles are flying, The summer flowers are dead. The blackberries on the roadside Are changing and ripning fast;The gentle breezes are sighing That summers brightness has nights are starlit and frosty, The momings are misty and cold ;The sun sets southward and early, With clouds of crimson and ENIGMAS.— No. am composed of 7 1st is in tea, but not in 2d is in thought, but not in 3d is in brook, but not in 4th is in Arab, but not in 5th is in church, but not in 6th is in circle, but not in last is in loam, but not in whole is what will surely bringRuin and death upon our land. no. I am composed of 8 1st is in snow, but not in 2d is in head, but not in 3d is in item, but not in 4th is in boots, but not in 5th is in carpet, but not in 6th is in wineglass, but not in 7th is in raven, but not in 8th is in arrow, but not in whole is a poet, whom we all Bud. CHARADE.— No. in. Alack a day, when my first doth come, With its fume and hurry and toil!A well a day, when t is gone away, And with it a week of soil !Heavily now my second you see, Weighing down wagon and scales ;But little, I ween, of the load you woul
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