SEPTEMBER 



AM E R R Y and cheerful Countenance, in a 

 Purple Robe, upon his Head a Wreath of red and 

 white Grapes, in his Left hand a handful of Oats, 

 withall carrying a Horn of Plenty, full of all manner of 

 ripe Fruits, in his Right hand the Sign Libra. 



THOUGHTS ON HUNTING 



" THE First " has brought again that familiar sound of 

 autumn evenings in the country, the uneasy, 

 After the melancholy calling of the partridges after 

 Shoot being dismayed and scattered by gunfire; 



and the familiar picture of unwontedly 

 agitated birds roaming the fields, seeking for the missing 

 members of the covey. The search may go on long after 

 twilight, as the calling testifies: " Perdix Perdix! " 

 that rasping cry, so well likened to a rusty key turning 

 in a lock. Search parties may be organized, some of a 

 covey hunting the turnips, while others call in the 

 stubbles. The covey which has suffered heavily doubt- 

 less seeks consolation by joining forces with another. 



