Dli3VOT£JD TO ACJRtCULTUIlE, HORTICULTUKE, AND EXNORED ARTS. 



NEW SERIES. 



Boston, October, 1809. VOL. III.— NO. 10. 



R. r. EATOX & CO., PunLisniRs, 

 Office, 34 Merchants' Uow. 



MONTHLY. 



SmON BROWK, ) Editors 

 S. FLETCHER, \ EDITORS. 



OCTOBER. 



"Oh who would mies it ? or forget 

 The 6UMS that rise, the suns ih it set; 

 Tne ruB le (f the crimsoningleJif; 

 The cuf h and murmur of f h-^ stream ; 

 The thotighte tre tlji' k, the dreams we dre.im ; 

 Th )8e ^ou h-^'ind di\8 — co bright, to britf — 

 W he;e, m.^n^-hufd on wood and fcky ; 

 And man.vvoi ed to e^ir and eye, 

 October thifts the ecene ?" 



CTOBER, most 

 truly, "shifts 

 the scene," and 

 introduces Au- 

 tumn in its 

 sterner moods. 

 Many per^sons 

 dread this sea- 

 son. They say 

 Autumn is fraught 

 ^ith gloom; that fruits 

 and tlowers are falling ; 

 that the winds begin to 

 i-igh through leafless 

 blanches; the fields are 

 brown or bare ; the birds 

 are gone, and 

 ^^^^ with them all 

 ^^^^ the beauty and 

 animation of 

 Summer. A 

 mind thus affected is certainly in a miserable 

 mood. It cannot have been trained to a crit- 

 ical observation of the beautiful and wonder- 

 ful things in nature which are always around 

 us, in all places and at all seasons, nor to those 



habits of reflection which bring the mind into 

 harmony with nature and revelation ; habits 

 which increase our knowledge, and which ac- 

 tually drive away gloom and assuage the sor- 

 rows of bereavements or other trials of life. 



It is somewhat strange that but a single per- 

 son has written anything like a series of pa- 

 pers upon the peculiarities of the months, 

 Snakspeare frequently touches with a masterly 

 hand some of them, but only in a brief and dis- 

 connected manner. In his "Mirror of the 

 Months," a work very little known in this 

 country, Mr. Leigh Hunt )ias done more. 

 Many years ago he wrote a paper upon each 

 month for the Edinburgh Review, which at- 

 tracted attention at the time, and were after- 

 wards collected and published in book form. 

 See, now, what he says of this month of Octo- 

 ber. 



"After the joyousness of summer comes the 

 season of foreboding, for the year has 

 reached its grand climacteric and is fast falling 

 Into the 'sere and yellow leaf.' Every day a 

 flower drops from out the wreath that binds 

 its brow — not to be renewed. Every hour 

 the sun looks more and more askance upon it, 

 and the winds, those summer flatterers, come 

 to it less fawningly. Every breath shakes 

 down showers of its leafy attire, leaving it 

 gradually barer and barer, for the blasts of 

 winter to blow through it. Every morning 

 and evening takes away from it a portion of 

 that light which gives beauty to its life, and 



