SEPTEMBER. 



321 



eve, and blackberries, reminding us of the Babes 

 in the Wood. 



Their little hands and pretty lips 



With blackberries were dyed ; 

 And when they saw the darksome night 



They sate them down and cried. 



The hedgerows are also brightened with a 

 profusion of scarlet berries of hips, haws, honey- 

 suckles, viburnum and bry ony. The fruit of the 

 mountain-ash, woody night-shade and wild- 

 service is truly beautiful, nor are the violet-hued 

 sloes and bullaces, or the crimson, mossy ex- 

 cressences of the wild rose-tree insignificant 

 objects amid the autumnal splendours of the 

 waning year. 



Notwithstanding the decrease of the day, 

 the weather of this month is, for the most part, 

 splendidly calm ; and Nature who knows the 

 most favourable moment to display all her 

 works, has now instructed the Geometric Spider 

 to form its radiated circle on every bush, and 

 the Gossamer Spider to hang its silken threads 

 on every blade of grass. We behold its in- 

 numerable filaments glittering with dew in the 

 morning, and sometimes, such is the immense 

 quantity of this secretion that it may be seen 

 Y 



