...displayed in agitating this important and interesting subject. CHARLES WATTS. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come — the saddest of the...brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove the summer leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying wind, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and...

...it several French chemists, and pre- of its ligneous color. From the Talisman. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown'and sere Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead They rustle to the...

...power, The passions and the cares that wither life, And waste its little hour. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust and...

...touch'd, will 'yield the music yet, it first received of thee. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. BY WILLIAM C. BRYANT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leave* lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust and...

...that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. THE CLOSE OF AUTUMN. THE melancholy days anTcome, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollews of the grove the wither'd leaves lie dead, They rustle to the eddying gust and...

...mine image before thee. L. Bancroft.— (Translated from the German.) 18* THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year,...naked woods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, The withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit's...

...winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrub the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow, through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers,...

...While my lady sleeps in the shade below." The '• Death of the Flowers" is as poetical as its title. " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the withered leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying...

...panting for thy purer air, Fly up at once and fix me there. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy daya are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heap'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...Thou hast received thy first lesson of wisdom, awake and be wise." ORIGEN. THE LAST DAYS OF AUTUMN. The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. BRYANT. DAYS of the yellow leaf! Again your shadows gather round, Where stood so late the golden sheaf...