AUTUMN, 



Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, 

 Comes jovial ou. 



TiioMSoy. 



And you— in gay variety that grace, 



In later months, with heauty the parterre, 



Making a sunshine in the shady place. 



As Una and her milk-white lamb were there. 



Batiton. 



Ik the baronial days of our ancestors, Flora seldom 

 leno-thened her reign in these realms beyond the 

 end of the summer months ; but since floriculture 

 has been so justly appreciated as one of the most 

 refined and rational amusements for the leisure 

 hours of peace and tranquillity, the fair goddess has 

 been pleased to continue her smiles on this happy 

 island throughout the year. 



In the history of the plants which we have to 

 describe under this season, it will appear that nearly- 

 all the flowers which grace the autumnal parterre 

 have been borrowed from warmer climes, and, 

 through the art of our florists, have been naturalized 

 and made to flourish in this northern part of the 

 globe, so as to lengthen the appearance of summer 



