230 PREPARING FOR WINTER QUARTERS. 



hoar-frost forward, autumn only brings to 

 Nature rest and sleep. 



In truth, Nature teaches man how to die, 

 or rather how to provide for another life. 

 There is much sentimental sighing over the 

 falling leaves, fading flowers, and "winter's 

 deadly breath." 



"All that I see speaks to me of death," 

 lamented a lachrymose moralist standing in a 

 frost-bitten -garden on a crisp, brilliant October 

 day. This remark had been suggested by a 

 shower of maple leaves, dropped around him 

 by a sudden gust, that went ruthlessly through 

 the grove, stripping the trees of their summer 

 glory. And half the world sighs with him. 



Why do they not note that the leaves are so 

 rich and gay in coloring that they seem like 

 rainbows falling in fragments. Why do they 

 not see that every point where a leaf has 

 parted from its spray, a bud has formed 



