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countries. This should be made of good flour, well baked, and at least a day old before it is eaten, as warm or new bread generally disorders the stomach. Potatoes are a very wholesome food; tea and coffee when strong cannot fail of being prejudicial to health; good chocolate is both wholesome and nourishing; and milk and all its preparations are among the most excellent articles of food.
Pure water should be drank at meals, as it promotes a keen appetite for food. Wine, in any quantity, is injurious to the health of young persons. Beer, ale, and porter, may be drank occasionally without producing injurious consequences. Sweet cider also agrees with most persons in health.
The invariable effects resulting from the intemperate use of distilled spirits are the entire destruction of health, reason, and virtue; they therefore should be entirely abstained from.
• THE AMERICAN AUTUMN.
This season is proverbially beautiful and interesting. Our springs are too humid and chilly ; our summers too hot and dusty; and our winters too cold and tempestuous. But autumn, that soft twilight of the waning year, is ever delightfully temperate and agreeable. Nothing can be more rich and splendid, than the variegated mantles which our forests put on, after throwing off the light green drapery of summer. In this country, autumn comes not in “sober guise,” or in “russet mantle clad,” but, as expressed in the beautiful language of Miss Kemble, like a triumphant emperor, arrayed in “gorgeous robes of Tyrian dyes.” This is the only proper season in which one truly enjoys, in all its maturity of luxurious loveliness, an excursion into the country: “There, the loaded fruit trees bending, Strew with mellow gold the land ; Here, on high, from vines impending, Purple clusters court the hand.” Autumn now throws her many tinted robe over our landscape, unequalled by the richest drapery which nature's wardrobe can furnish in any part of the world. We read of Italian skies and tropical evergreens, and often long to visit those regions where the birds have “no sorrow in their song, no winter in their year.” But where can we find such an assemblage of beauties as is displayed, at this moment, in the groves and forests of our native state 2 Europe and Asia may be explored in vain. To them has prodigal nature given springs like Eden, summers of plenty, and winters of mildness. To the land of our nativity alone, has she given autumns of unrivalled beauty, magnificence and abundance. Most of our poets have sung the charms of this season — all varying from each other, and all beautiful, like the many tinted hues of the foliage of the groves. The pensive, sentimental, moralizing Bryant, says, “The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year; ” but his exquisite lines are so well known, that we must resist the temptation to quote them. The blithe, jocund, bright-hearted Halleek sings in a strain of quite a different tune, in describing the country at this period. Wh9 would not know these lines to be his ; “In the autumn time, Earth has no holier, nor no lovelier clime.” But we must not quote him either, for the same reason. This objection, however does not apply to the delicate anorceau of poor Brainard, which has seldom been copied, is in little repute, but which contains the true inspiration of poetry.
“‘What is there sadd’ning in these autumn leaves?”
“ALL THAT’S BRIGHT MUST FADE.”
I’ve seen in blooming loveliness,
And silence publicly enjoin'd,