LATE SUMMER NOTES 69 



As I go on I note, half sadly, half gladly, 

 some tokens of waning summer ; especially 

 a few first blossoms of two of the handsom- 

 est of our blue asters, Icevis and patens. 

 Soon the dusty goldenrod will be out, and 

 then, whatever the almanac-makers may say, 

 autumn will have come. Every dry road- 

 side will publish the fact. 



