THE TOST SHORE.
How like the famili&r lesson of oar
lives! Beauty, fragrance, life and joy
pervade the distant and shadowy aTenues
of the wood. The herbage springs from
earth, the buds expand, dews fall, rain
descends, the skies smile serenely, and
all the world is radiant with leafy
charms. All wither as the season speeds
to its goal. Just like human existence.
Prattling infancy, innocent childhood,
the pride and strength of maturity, age,
decrepitude, and then the common grave.
J. M. Baltimore.
WnY FALL THE LEAVES ?
Why fall the leaves?
The toughs that with such tender care
Sustained then), rustling, in the air,
Tho' still as strong, are stripped and hare ;
The sun is bright; the sky is fair;
Why fall tho leaves?
The breezes through the forests moan
And sob, to find their playmates gone;
The ravaged limbs, with creak and groan,
Kepine that they are left alone ;
Why fall tho leaves?
Their rustling music soothed the wold ;
I'ut, widely scattered, brown and gold,
They lie, and, after Winter's cold,
Will quickly turn to forest mold ;
Why fall the leaves?
Their span is run, and Time has cast
Their lot with millions in the past;
And millions more, still following fast,
Will live, grow old, and die at last,
As died these leaves.
II. L. W.