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weight of years ; his beard and hair, which 

 were full grown, were composed of an equal 

 number of black and gray ; he wore a robe 

 which he had girt round him of a yellowish cast, 

 not unlike the color of fallen leaves, which 

 he walked upon. I thought he hardly made 

 amends for expelling the foregoing scene by the 

 large quantity of fruits which he bore in his 

 hands. Plenty walked by his side with a 

 healthy fresh countenance, pouring out from a 

 horn all the various product of the year. Po- 

 mona followed with a glass of cider in her 

 hand, with Bacchus in a chariot drawn by 

 tigers, accompanied by a whole troop of satyrs, 

 fawns, and syl vans. September, who came next, 

 seemed in his looks to promise a new Spring, 

 and wore the livery of those months. The 

 succeeding month was all soiled with the juice 

 of grapes, as if he had just come from the wine- 

 press. November, though he was in this division, 

 yet, by the many stops he made, seemed rather 

 inclined to the Winter, which followed close at 

 his heels. He advanced in the shape of an old 

 man in the extremity of age. The hair he had 

 was so very white it seemed a real snow ; his 

 eyes were red and piercing, and his beard hung 

 with a great quantity of icicles. He was wrapped 

 up in furs, but yet so pinched with excess of 

 cold that his limbs were all contracted and his 



