upon them, seem almost as bright as the rainbow, though they have not so many colors. A grove of young sassafras on a sloping bank is as glorious as a sunset. The leaves are scarlet, and orange, and gold, and yellow, and all the hues between,--blending and running into one another as nothing but the hand of the Creator could picture them. And there are the maples, red and yellow, and splashed with blood. Here is a tree with a part of it as red as flame, while the rest is a dark green. Yonder is another, with some of the leaves red, some green, and some half red and half green; and these colors are so mingled all through the thick, leafy top of the tree that it looks as if a thousand little torches had been lit in the midst of it. By the side of the road are some tall oak shoots that have grown from the stumps of small trees that were cut down last year. It would be hard to think of anything more beautiful than their leaves,-maroon, crimson, and dark green blended together. Over there are some hickories, yellower than golden grain that is waiting for the harvester. Down near the river are some ash trees with a kind of greenish-brown color that I cannot describe; but none of the bright colors are quite so charming to my eye as the modest colors of these ash leaves, and the leaves of some beeches. Look at those beeches on the hillside above the river;—what would one not give if he could hang them up in his room, and have them stay that color all through the year? But they are prettier just where nature has placed them. Let us enjoy them as they are, and praise the Giver for such a grand sight once a year. THE BAREFOOT BOY. Blessings on thee, little man, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; Prince thou art,-the grown-up man Let the million-dollared ride! Barefoot, trudging at his side, Thou hast more than he can buy O for boyhood's painless play, Where the groundnut trails its vine, For, eschewing books and tasks, Hand in hand with her he walks, O for boyhood's time of June, Mine, on bending orchard trees, Still as my horizon grew, |