158 IValks in New England 



After the Summer 



THE leaves that redden on the soft maples, 

 that grow ruby on the woodbine, that 

 gold on the birches, that yellow on the 

 aspens, the ferns that blanch in the wood, the 

 tiarella leaves that turn bronze and purple as the 

 vine grows old ; the bittersweet berries that swell 

 and begin to split their buff wrappings and show 

 how red they are ; the fox-grapes that are turn 

 ing reddish, a grape or two at a time in the 

 cluster ; the few prophesying gentians in the 

 marshes, the cardinal flower, which shares its 

 colour with no other of our region, the ladies-tres 

 ses in the damp meadows, the ternate botrychiums 

 in the pastures ; the entrance of the later fragrant 

 golden-rod upon the scene where several of its 

 congeners have disported themselves for the past 

 month ; the passing in splendour of the eupato- 

 riums the joe-pye, the thoroughwort and now the 

 snowy ageratoides ; the blooming of the first wood 

 aster ; the swelling of the wild rose hips and the 

 thorn-tree s haws ; the scent of the flowers of the 



