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DEVOTiJD TO AaRECUIiTITRE, HOKTICUXiTtTKE, AUD KLNDESD ABTS. 



NEW SERIES. Boston, November, 1809. VOL. III.— NO. 11. 



R. P. EATON & CO., PuHMsriEiRS, 

 Office, 34 Merchants' Row. 



MON"THLY. 



SIMON BROWN, ) Editors 

 8. FLETCHER, i editors. 



NOVEMBER 



* * * "A '■old bine horizon 

 Dnrkly ei'circli^s chpcber' d He ds an<l f.irms, 



Where 1 it'- lh« g >ld of rlpenins^ harvests fhoae; 



But be rde'! grai.i ncd fragrant hay iire go; e, 

 And AutUii.n mourns the loss ol dummer'a dreams." 



O V E M B E R ! 



Wbat a change 

 is presented to 

 the contempla- 

 tive mind, be- 

 tween Novem- 

 ber and the month of 

 July ! Then, all was 

 animation. The air was 

 full of insect life, and 

 the joyous birds were 

 seeking food and enjoy- 

 ment on the wing, or 

 feeding their young and 

 hinging among the trees. 

 The earth, too, was 

 covered with 

 the rich garni- 

 ture which a 

 beneficent Pro- 

 vidence never 

 forgets to bestow. The farm seemed full to 

 repletion. The fields covered with grain, or 

 grass, the ploughed lands dotted with sprinigng 

 plants, green and fresh and flushed with new 

 life. The little denizens of the air sung an 

 thems of praise to those that dwelt below, and 

 they sent back their song into the sky ! What 



life, and joy, and beauty had sprung up in 

 everything about us. 



Is there less in November? To the out- 

 ward senses, there undoubtedly is. "The last 

 rays of the summer's sun now fall feebly on 

 the earth. The country which so lately 

 bloomed in vernal beauty and blushing charms, 

 is becoming poor, withered and barren " No 

 trees are in blossom ; no fields gay with ver- 

 dure ; the leaves of the trees are filling, or are 

 already drifting in the wind along the ground ; 

 the pines, the elms, and the oaks tend be- 

 neath the blasts of the north wind, and the 

 fitlds are brown and bare ! 



The happinei^s of some persons is consider- 

 ably diminished by these changes. When de- 

 prived of the delights which they receive 

 tbrouj>h the medium of sight, i.ll the wide land- 

 scape is rleprived of its charms. The earth 

 has lo.-it its verdure, gaiety and beauty ; the 

 fields are swampy, and nothing is seen around 

 but a rugged and uneven surface. Gloomi- 

 ness reigns ! 



Is this night? What will be the effect upon 

 the mind and imagination, if such a train of 

 thought and feeling are indulged in through a 

 lifetime? Are there no compensations for 

 these banished charms ? Undoubtedly, there 

 are many, very many, hidden things just as 

 beautiful as the bursting spring or glowing 

 summer, if we would dlligt^ntly seek to find 

 them. Some are, unquestionably, "past onr 

 1 finding out ;" but we are created to seek 



