NOVEMBER TRAITS 



and the sharp air forbids languor. Indian 

 summer, her gift and our most fleeting 

 season, is like the autumn ecstasy of the 

 partridge, passionate and irresistible, but 

 not ending in despondency because he 

 knows it will return, and it is like joy in 

 that it cannot be foreseen nor detained. 

 The bacchanal may have dreaded Novem- 

 ber, not the dryad. 



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