XXXI. 



AUTUMN A PAINTER MANNER OF W0RK7NG. 



Leaves h*ve their time to fall, 



Ana flowers to wither at the North wind's breath." 



Dear H- 



No country can compare with ours in the richness, 

 at least of its autumn scenery. The mountains of the 

 eastern world are not wooded like ours, and hence 

 cannot exhibit such a mass of foliage as they present. 

 But if you wish to behold autumn in its glory, you 

 must stand on some height that overlooks this vast 

 wilderness. "What seemed to you in summer an inter- 

 minable sea of green, becomes a limitless expanse of 

 the richest colors — a vast collection of fragmentary 

 rainbows. And the different effects of light on dif- 

 ferent portions is most astonishing. Here a moun- 

 tain blazes in splendor, and there a valley looks like a 



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kaleidescope — just so variegated and confused. 



