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No. III.
What art thou, Beauty, but a baseless dream?

A gilded halo that beguiles the eye;

A glorious rainbow, spanning earth and sky,
To fail and fade a momentary gleam !
It seems but yesterday, when these báre walks

With flowers of every tint and hue were spread ;
When, from a thousand branches overhcad,
The ripening fruitage hung-now tangled stalks
And leafless boughs that, to the wintry air,
Lift

up their heads, all shelterless and bare,
Alone are left of summer's gaudy store;
The robin, with red breast, and jet black eye,
Pours forth bis melancholy minstrelsy,
A funeral dirge for pride that is no more !!

No. IV.
A DiM blue baziness o'erhangs the sea,

White here and there, upon the surgy tide,

With bellied sails, the vessels, dim descried,
Against the opposing blast toil heavily:
On sullen wing the sea-gull wheels away

To isles remote, in crevice dank to dwell

Of bleakest rock, beyond the utmost swell
Of billow, lashing bigh its dizzy spray:-
The wild waves curl their bleak and foamy heads;

From the cold north the wind impatient raves;

Tumultuous murmurs through the ocean caves
Ring dismal ; while the gloomy tempest spreads

Athwart the joyless deep; the showers down pour,
Toss the rough main, and drench the sandy shore.

No. V.
The sun descends, his long and feeble ray

Lies on the waters; the forsaken glades,

The cottages, and trees long heavy shades
Behind them cast, as sinks the lingering day;
The labourer leaves his toil, and homeward wends,

The oxen low ’mid pastures brown and barc;

And, fitfal, on the chill and biting air,
A plaintive cry the widow'd partridge sends.
Season of deepest thought! what eye can turn

Untouch'd to gaze thy fading scenes? what heart,
As to the past regretful memory strays,

Struck with a change so mournful, would not start ;-
Dread lessons to us, who are few of days,
November ! thou art fitted to impart !!

No. VI.
Now when the shortening day its crimson eye

Closes in haste, a calm delight it yields

To wander lonely through the twilight fields, And mark the evening star gleam out on high ! While, mournfully, a twilight mantle lowers

On hill and vale, dim forest, and blue stream;

And cottage windows, with a casual gleam, Speak of domestic peace.Oh, fading bowers !

Oh, shortning days! and nights of dreary length!
How emblematic of the fate of man

Are ye, and of his fast declining strength,
His chequered lot, frail life, and fleeting span?
Thousands have falln since joyous spring began
Its smiling course,-say, shall the next be ours.!

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THERE are a few fine days, which darkness increase, the domestic affecnerally occur about the end of Oc- tions are awakened anew by a closer per or beginning of November, and and more lengthened converse. The imediately before the setting in of father is now once more in the midst Enter, which, as far back as I can re- of his family ;-the child is now once llect, have possessed a peculiar, and more on the knee of its parent;,and ough melancholy, somewhat plea- She, in whose happiness his heart is ng influence, over my feelings. There principally interested, is again permitan enfeebled but soothing

mildness ted, by the blessed privileges of the the light of day, nearly allied to the season, to increase, and to participate ffect of moon-light. A kind of Sab- his enjoyment. ath pause, interrupted only at inter- It is now that the Husbandman is als by the call of the cow-herd, or the repaid for his former risk and anxiety, hud of the fowling-piece; prevails. that having waited patiently for the 'he fields and inelosures are just clear- former, and the latter rain," he builds d of their harvest treasure, and the up his sheaves, loads his waggons, reb of the gossamer extends in unbro- steeks his stiles,” and replenishes his en and floating pathway over stubble barns,--that he is prepared, or at least nd lea. Vegetation is every where authorized to exclaim, in the fulness assing rapidly into decay; and the of a grateful heart-"Soul, take thy rown-breast, and solitary chirp of the rest, for the work of the season is ac Robin,” accord well with the withere complished, and the year hath been

fern and seared leaf,—with that crowned with the Great Creator's Ombre aspect of colouring, which tree bounty." nd forest every where put on. In the It is now that the Moon begins ppropriate and picturesque language again to renew her claims to the graSeripturem" The earth mourneth titude of the rustic Lover, as he trand languisheth-Lebanon is asham- vels fearlessly on through glen and d, and withereth away-Sharon is over heath, up to the very window, ke a wilderness—and Bashan and and close to the very secret corner, 'armel shake off their fruits." There where the fair object of his Travel is care a great many reflections, which not waiting to acknowledge the long-exnly spontaneously, but as it were ur- pected signal. ently, offer themselves to one's con- It is now that men of study and lideration at this season, all closely terary pursuit are admonished of the ssociated with the appearanee of ex- season best suited for the acquisition surnal nature. A few of these which of knowledge. Learning is opening

ceurred to me, or which, upon reflec- her gates, and night is fast advancing racon, I can now imagine actually did her claims to the renewed labours of

ccur, when I was a few days ago en- the Student--to those evening hours aged in a solitary, and somewhat of of watching and reflection, and invesprotraeted ramble, I shall endea- tigation, which will so amply repay

our to recal. It is in fact by such si- the trouble. To those individuals makeup int and occasional communings with whom a love of knowledge has re

ne's self, that the heart is quieted and deemed from a world sunk in senin lade better ;

and it is in the hope suality, and in the pursuit of gain, lat some of your readers may happen this season is heard to address herself be of the same opinion, that I have in the words of sacred inspirationius presumed on your attention. “ If thou criest after knowledge, and It is now that the Labourer is about liftest up thy voice for understanding,

enjoy a temporary mitigation of it thou seekest her as for silver, and of them ha de Season's toit. His little store of searchest for her as for hidden treasure,

inter provision, having been hardly she shall undoubtedly promote thee urned, and safely lodged, his counte- yea, she shall bring thee to honourance brightens, and his heart warms she shall give to thine head an ornaith the anticipation of winter comforts. ment of grace-a crown of glory shall & the day shortens, and the hours of she deliver to thee."

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It is now too, that the footsteps of endless, how inconceivably measureless contemplation are found amidst the in our then inexperienced reckoning, ruins of the year, and that the soul was the Year itself-that year made up surrenders herself most readily to the of so many months—those months quietudes of a serious thoughtfulness broken down into so many weeks and

-that deep and interesting impres- those weeks again composed of days sions are borne home upon the heart; every one of them so protracted in duand that “ the man,” almost in spite ration! But has not every year, as it of himself, is compelled to assume the passed, taken something from the aphearing, and entertain the sentiments parent duration of its successor, as well of “ the moralist;" for what season as from the actual measurement of life? reminds us so directly as the present, It is but a tale as it were of yesterday, of the “ hoary head,” and decayed our childhood, our boyhood, our youth; energies of age ?

and however lengthened our future We are craddled on the knee of age- lives may be, that period which is yet our earliest recollections, and our most to come, will one day appear to us sincere and genuine affections, are as- comparatively shorter still

. Thus are sociated with the tottering step and we every day descending into the vale the wrinkled brow—with the venera- of years—into the seared November of ted Individual, it may be, who took our being, with an every day increased an interest in our infancy; and who, velocity. amidst the infirmities and languish- This season forcibly reminds us of ment of declining years, found, it is the instability of those Forms under probable, some degree of refreshment which vegetable, and, by analogy, aniin our very ignorance and inexperience. mal life, appears to us. All we perIt is exceedingly pleasing, Mr Chris- ceive of nature, indeed, correctly speaktopher, to run

up in meditation to the ing, respects her forms alone of her date of our very earliest impressions essence," if any idea can at all be to penetrate, as it were, that November attached to the term, we know nodarkness which is ever deepening over thing. It is with “ form," however, the first stage of our journey-to live, and not with “essence," that we are as it were, anew, amidst the scenes and conversant and connected. It is of the incidents, and the companions of little value to the being whose form is

about to be completely changed by “ To mark each form that pleased our dissolution, to be assured that the esstripling prime,

sence, or original elements of his frame, “ By distance hallow'd, and endear'd by are imperishable. It is with a particutime.”

lar combination of substance, a form And it is over these objects which have designated “ Man,” that we are conpassed away-over the sainted images versant, and it is respecting this comof those who have gone down to the bination that our anxiety exists

. And dust, that the heart now hovers with what is the demonstration of Noveiran intense and even a solemn feel- ber upon this subject ?-It points ex. ing! But old age is not only a sub- pressly to the waste and the “ wear" ject of natural retrospection in regard around to the surface of the earth so to others; it is likewise one of seri- much changed in its aspect, and inous anticipation in respect of ourselves. vested with a new and a death-like

We look back on the period of our character, and it bids us discover into life that is past-on the measurement what secret recesses are retired those of thirty or forty years, by which the pleasing, and variegated, and multifield of our recollection is bounded, - plied “ Forms," with which were so and we are struck not only with the lately associated our hopes of plentyshortness, but with the ever increa- our sensations of beauty and benefising velocity of our years. How cence. And it carries us still onwards long to us in early life did a summer on the wings of faith, and on those day of our varied amusements ap- alone, to the " spring which shall visit pear--what an infinity of pleasure, the mouldering urn"-to that eventwhat a multitude of events, what ful period when dissolution shall give a rapidity of transition from hope to place to reunion, and the affections and possession, from aim to attainment, the sympathies of the heart shall refrom purpose to performance !--but if á establish their claim over all that was single day at this period appeared to be once virtuous, and lovely, and inte

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ting. Daily and most seriously do years; but these permanent Forms of

experience the effects of dissolut nature are, in comparison with us, 1,--we die in the death of those everlasting—they have not grown with lose existenée was our life we die our growth, nor shall they decline with our parents, in our brethren, in our our decay-they have occupied the ildren ; and when at last the mana same share of the regards of men many te is put into our own hands, we thousand years ago; and when we, and ten find “ that death has not much our associations and recollections, shall do.” How miserable then were we, have been forgotten on the earth, these left to the suggestions of “ Nature" will still continue the objects of perone--if Winter darkness were not ception and affection. Others, in all spelled by the advent and the glory the buoyancy of childhood, in all the à Divine Nativity.

impetuosity of youth, in all the pride But amidst all this change of Form of life, and in all the solemnity of is visible " Passing away,” are there “ November Breathings," shall occupy

traces of permanency to be found? what we now possess, and claim a kind there nothing that meets our eye, of temporary alliance and friendship : challenges our reflection, of which with objects which have lent themselves

may be predicated that it remains to the accommodation of all ages and je same in the midst of renewal and generations. The

heavens display God's zcay-that it is uninfluenced by sea- glory, and in nothing more visibly and in that it is “ the same yesterday, impressively than in the unvarying per:

day, and for ever?”-Yes; those manency of their character. The stars sry laws by which the ever-recurring which arrested the attention and dia iange is regulated, are themselves un- rected the motions of the ancient Pai langeable; what occurs at this sea- triarch, in his desert migrations with in in the kingdoms of animal nature his flocks and with his herds—the is occurred of old, and will assuredly constellations which rose upon the ill continue to occur. Our Fathers, adventurous bark of the Phænician, here are they? and whilst Indivi- as he boldly braved the uncertainty

vals are continually perishing, the and turbulence of the Atlantic Ocean, Amortality of the species is carefully and subjected the immutable features saintained. The seeds of many plants, of heaven to his purpose and conve

id the eggs of many insects, are now nience—the same s clarissima mundi uried, or about to be lodged in the lumina" under which the Hesperian irth ; but the season of winter over, husbandman conducted his labours ad the influence of light and of heat under which he learntgain fully established, and we shall

“ Quid faciat lætas segétes, quo sidere shold, only without surprise, because sperienee has made it familiar to us, 66 Vertere.' de animal and vegetable kingdoms The same "twilightHesperus," whose

peopled the shell which encrusted ascent taught the shepherd of Arcadia nd preserved the suspended energies to pen his flocks, and secure his foldf life shall burst, and from the grave the same

“ Seven Stars, and “ El. winter shall assuredly reascend every wand,” and “ Plough,” whose elevaibe, and species, and variety of ani- tion in the eastern heaven marked the ial and vegetable being. If we turn advance of the winter night, and re#eyes to the very fields by which gulated, without the help of clock or e are surrounded-if we lift our vi- watch-work, the evening pastime or on to the hills and the mountains by repose of our more immediate and hich these fields are bounded-these unsophisticated Ancestors ;-these ee now oecupy, and with these our ternal demonstrations of God remain erception of existence and enjoyment still the same; declaring, from genePe associated-upon and amidst these ration to generation, that, whilst

subwe have spent, it may be, our infancy, ordinate objects are liable to alteration

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Hesperus, or the Evening Star, is now in great beauty, on the edge of the souJern horizon, a little after sun-set, and, along with Jupiter and Saturn, who are then Avancing high in the eastern heaven, presents a combination of planetary glory seldom

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there is behind the whole of this pass mer sons and daughters of men, wo - le ing systeman Essence and an Existence different, in many respects

, from those Nore which is permanent and immutable;- with whom we are ourselves conrer

. it is to this!-oh, it is to this! that we sant,- how comes it, that whilst we cling. As the shipwrecked Mariner, a- every day allow our imagination to be midst the tossing of the breakers, ade excited, and our hearts to be interest. heres to the solid and immoveable rock, ed in such objects and associations-as the adventurous boy, when every we so seldom cast an eye of veneration

, bending and brittle branch has gi- or of corresponding interest

, upom ven wayunder his feet, and beneath his those great, ancient, and " immutable

" grasp, embraces eagerly the firm and works of God, within which we are 2

2277 unshaken trunk, --so closely, amidst entrenched, -and which from every papa the changes and the instabilities which eminence and valley, from the health a November state of being exhibits, ven above, and the earth beneath, so do we adhere to-do we embrace, the loudly challenge our attention? What “Rock of Ages,”—“ the Tree of Life," is the comparative antiquity of that which grows-not in the outskirts, as Castle or Abbey-of that pillaror pyra it were, for there all is death and dan- mid, upon which the soul settles down ger,--but "in the midst," in the very in so deep a reverie

of reflection and we * centre" of God's vast universal sys- neration, when contrasted with that of tem. Our haven of eternity-our ha- the Plain itself upon which it is situ. ven of everlasting repose, is, conse- ated, or the rock where it is founded, quently, situated—not

amidst the com- or the mountains amidst the recesses motions, and littlenesses, and changes, of which it hath arisen and decayed? and distractions of approximating Is there any

object of Art which can forms, but far and away, into the un contend in antiquity with the Lumi. searchable depths of that celestial dis- naries of heaven with that light tance, which ever, as it farther

recedes, which sprung embodied, and propelo partakes more sublimely and invi- led into ceaseless motion, out of prim. tingly of theglory and excellence of per. eval darkness, and which carries the manent being. Oh, to be there! where mind up even to a period incalculably the “Omnia mutantur" of philosophy, anterior to the existence of Man him

. and the “ Passeth away" of revelation, self? The Egyptians, and the Greeks are felt no more where the affections, and the Romans, built, or constructor and the objects upon which they are ed, or framed this or that object of our fixed, -where the elm that supports, as souls veneration, and we fall down and well as the ivy which clusters around it, worship before these works which the are equally immortal

;-oh, to be ba- skill and the strength of man have thed in that immutability, which per- rendered so permanent. But what vades, and supports, and hallows all work of Man can come into comper around—which leaves no part vulner- tition with the durability of Nature able by accident, or exposed to decay, Can the form antedate the substance? but which, whilst it unites, and asso- Can the mole-hill, which shoots up, ciates, and combines, forbids all risk or and subsides in a season—the gourd

, fear of future separation! And thanks which expands, and withers down in a be to “ Him” whose message we have day, claim, or gratify your antiquarian heard, and whose name we bear, and research, whilst the

very whose authority we reverence,"quod which you tread, and ocean over wbica petimus hic est !—“And I saw a new heaven and a new earth ; and I heard manifestly impressed with the charac your eye is carelessly glanced

, are * a great voice out of heaven, saying, ters of duration and immutability? “ BEHOLD THE TABERNACLE OF GOD But if at any time the antiquated IS WITH MEN, AND THERE SHALL BE remains of art—the ruined edifice

, and NO MORE DEATH."

decaying tower, become objects How comes it, then, Mr North, that more than ordinary interest, it is sure whilst the works of man are visited ly at this season.

A few weeks ago and valued, on account of the associ- and the naked and mouldering rains ations of antiquity which they are calculated to awaken-whilst we prowl, observed, amidst that profusion of brano

were concealed, and comparatively with prying curiosity and veneration, tiful and variegated form which fields about the mouldering tomb or broken and

tree, and branch, and leaf exhibita arch, and figure to ourselves the fora ed. These forms have now

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