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have to ask teacher for a day off. That's what they are all 

 the time, — always just leaving for the other place. 



The fall never looks dreary to me. It is to me "the year's 

 last, loveliest smile, " and I love to think of Nature as casting] 

 the leaves down with her bountiful hand, not at all as being j, 

 through with them, for she is never through with anything, 

 but as a snuggly comforter to guard the tender things of i 

 earth from the frosts to come and at the same time returning /A 

 with a magnificent opulence to the hungry soil much of the i 

 very nutriment which she had borrowed for sap and bark I 

 and blossom in the early spring. "So fall the Hght autumnal 

 leaves, one still upon the other following till the bough 

 strews all its honours. " Surely Nature never intended man 

 to rake up these generous gifts and heedlessly burn both this 

 winter's bed-spread and next spring's breakfast as well! « 



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Nature bravely fortifies herself against the cold and hunger 

 which she feels coming on with the singing winds of autumn 

 and then along comes man and does his little best to beggar 

 the poor old dame. She who does her spring planting in the 

 fall will guard it right jealously if left to herself until once 

 again "The yonge sonne hath in the ram his halfe cours 

 y-ronne" after which she knows that beautiful Phoebus / 

 Apollo will keep her garden hot for her. I 



God Almighty, we are told, planted the first garden and \ 

 by what more charming name could the great law giver have 

 described it than the one inspiration chose for him when 

 Genesis first was penned, and he called it Eden, the Garden 



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