nee ee A A a OCTOBER :HERE are little purple asters blooming down beside the brook; There’s a sound of dead leaves dropping in the wood; There’s a hazy, lazy pale veil where’er the eye may look; qseneeeucanessenes . : 5 ; 7 swensanecssend _ ‘There’s an atmospheric tang that’s : sweet and good; i There are fox-grapes in the thicket; there : are pumpkins ’mid the corn; inidkadibainninindl There are milkweed pods a-bursting , with their silvery mist and gold; There’s a dreamy line of fog above the meadows every morn’, And a far-off hint of wintertime and fast ap- proaching cold. "Tis October—grand October—not a time depressed and sober, But a rioting of colors as the year prepares to go. —Strickland Gillian.