a sea-change,

Into something rich and strange.”

SUMMER' was a lady-last night she died.' A trifle too ardent sometimes, perhaps, but then, beautiful-but then, gone.

What a glorious company of Summers there must be, some where, to be sure! Eighteen hundred and fifty-three, since the new count began; and no body knows, very certainly, how many before that.

Oh! for some new Machinist to arise, who shall construct a 'brake' for Time. Oh! for a shrill North

Wouldn't we bring up

Easter, to whistle it down.' Time at the first Summer Station he came to, and keep him in a Depot of flowers perennially? June should begin in January-December be as 'pleasant as May.'

FALL! How eloquent the word! The flowers fall in the gardens, the fruits fall in the orchards, the nuts fall in the woods, 'the stars' fall in the sky, the rains fall from the clouds, the mercury falls in the tubes, the leaves fall every where, and FALL it is.

The wind is sighing round the corners, moaning over the thresholds, singing at the windows, roaring over the chimney-tops, and harping through the forests.

The gray clouds look angry and sullen. The great, heavy drops come driving against the window-panes; the cattle stand in the fields, with the wind astern; the sheep gather under the lee of the barn. They 'banked up' the house, yesterday; put the cabbages in the cellar, the day before; will cover the potatoes