...by the virtue of that simple shield. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. — Bryant. THE melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of 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...

...Augustus defeated Anthony.* Ambition often drives men to do the meanest actions. The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of 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...

...life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell. E. HARRINGTON. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. 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...

...life with all its dreams shall be but as that passing bell. E. CARRINGTON. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. 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 gnst...

...heaven's wide-open gates did flow Health and refreshment on the world below. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. 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 autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust,...

...the wind, and strew the grave of the dead." To use the words of Bryant : "The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere ; He ip'd in the hollows of the grove, the wither'd leaves He dead, They rustle in the eddying gust,...

...beams, Sheds gently down a mild and grateful warmth. CARLOS WILCOX. 17. The melancholy days are o'er, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, And meadows brown and sear. 18. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, And wither'd are the pale wild flowers ; The frost...

...no hope above ! The Death of the Flowers.— BRYA.NT. THE melancholy days are come, the saddest cf 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,...

...mine image before thee. L. Bancroft. — (Translated from the German.) DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. Til.-* 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...

...chill night wind whistling against the casement. I thought continually of Bryant's words on autumn, " The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,...winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere." But I thank God, that a year has taught me better lessons. How quickly this summer has passed! Let...