Utility versus Beauty 



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joyfully in the keen breeze. October October 

 comes ! What though his tramp is over 

 the dead leaves i He comes like a warrior 

 from battle, fresh and strong, inspiriting 

 and brave. " Be not cast down ! " he 

 cries, " by the death of fair summer. Bold 

 winter succeeds to the throne. He is a 

 king worth having, and his reign shall re- 

 store your vigor, men of the north ! He 

 helps to make you what you are ! Behind 

 him, hidden by his furry mantle, lurks the 

 spring, and then once more the dead sum- 

 mer shall be reborn, and the world shall 

 be again all blossom and music ! " 



So with this bracing note, October 

 passes on, while, cheered by hope and 

 softened by memory, we leave the old 

 place to sleep awhile, and turn to our win- 

 ter fire, and the companionship of men 

 and books, in lieu of birds, and trees, and 

 flowers, which have gladdened us for half 

 a year. 



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