DEVOTED TO AORECULTimE, HORTICULTtTKE, AJSTD KTNDHED AKTS. 



NEW SERIES. Boston, September, 1870. YGL. IV.— NO. 9. 



R. P. EATOX & CO., PiT.LisniKS, 

 Office, 34 Merchants' Row. 



MONTHLY. 



SIMON BRO^VN", 

 S. FLETCHER, 



SEPTEMBER. 



OME persons live 

 long in a short 

 time, while oth- 

 ers live beyond 

 the allotted three 

 score years and 

 ten, whose days 

 appear to them as but a 

 span, "How short the 

 month has been !" ex- 

 claims one, whose mind 

 has been fully occupied 

 in works of benevolence, in 

 revealing the mysteries of 

 science, and observing the 

 wonderful opera- 

 tions of nature about 

 V^ him. Such a 

 mind has had no 

 ■ heavy moments, 

 but, buoyant and elastic, has risen from hour 

 to hour into some unexplored regions of truth, 

 pushing aside the annoyances in its way, and 

 expanding with the healthful acquisitions 

 which are fitting it for the skies. 



"How long the week has been !" is the de- 

 Fponding utterance of another, whose time 

 has been frittered away without labor, or the 

 pursuit of any ennobling object which would 

 impart to it life and vigor. All the works of 

 the Creative Hand show unceasing activity. 



The sea recedes but to return again : when it 



rests it rots ; as in the expressive language of 



the • 'Ancient Mariner f — 



"The very deep cid rot ; O Christ I 

 That even this should be ! 

 Tea, fclimy things di i orawl with legs 

 Upon the elioiy eea." 



The winds circle the globe, bearing nourish- 

 ment in their breath, and sustain life in all ani- 

 mated beings. Rivers run to the sea, and 

 there, eliminated by the ever-working sun, 

 seek the skies again, and pour their rich treas- 

 ures again and again upon the thirsty earth. 

 So must it be with man. The inactive mind 

 sinks first into indifference and then to in- 

 anity. 



It has always seemed to us that "The Sea- 

 sons,'' coming each in their allotted time, af- 

 ford the clearest evidence of the consummate 

 wisdom of the Creator. The wants cf God's 

 children, mental and physical, are adapted to 

 the Seasons, and the Seasons to them, else 

 there would be no harmony in them. It was 

 left for man to notice the changing character 

 of each Season, and make a further division 

 into Months, whose peculiarities are as inter- 

 esting, if not as grand as those of the Sea- 

 tons themselves. 



To the occupied mind, the Months fleet past 

 us so swiftly, that, though we never mistake 

 them while they are present with us, jet the 

 moment any one of them is gone by we begin 

 to blend the recollection of its features with 

 those of the one which preceded it, or that 



