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KIDD'S OWN JOUKNAL. 

 Saturday, October 2, 1852. 



We have now entered gently upon 

 the month of october. 



The past month has been one of general 

 rejoicing. It brought with it ? at its opening, 

 the loveliest of lovely weather ; and, 

 barring some heavy storms of rain, mis- 

 chievous in their effects, and which traversed 

 the country throughout, it continued fine to 

 its close. Thunder and lightning in all their 

 splendor have visited us. The winds have 

 howled in the majesty of their power. We 

 have seen the hand of our Creator visibly 

 at work around us, and we have gazed on 

 the whole scene with wonder and admiration. 

 The entire month of September was made 

 up of consummations. The promises of the 

 year were almost forgotten in the fulness of 

 their performance. The season stood still, 

 as it were, to enjoy itself; and to let its 

 admirers satiate themselves with the rich 

 completeness of its charms. 



We do not remember to have ever passed 

 a happier September ; nor to have revelled 

 more in the delights of nature. The dear 

 and glorious sun never left us entirely for a 

 single day ; and for no one day were we con- 

 fined to the house without the power of 

 getting abroad. Smiles and tears — wind and 

 sun, all pleasingly alternated ; and we were 

 assuredly " happy" in our varied pursuits. 

 " A change has since come o'er" us : — • 



In dappled livery Nature now is clad, 

 Like Bonny Scot, in many-color'd plaid. 



But this " coat of many colors " that her 



ladyship now wears, oh, how lovely is it ! 

 The country is more charming than ever, WE 

 say ; and we look for enjoyments without 

 end ere October shall have passed away. 

 How it makes us long to have with us, and 

 near us, those we love —that they too might 

 share our delights ! 



The charms of a city life in which so very 

 many rejoice, are to us, especially at this 

 season, perfectly incomprehensible. Oh ! 

 that smoking, drinking, and feasting could 

 be laid altogether aside — at all events until 

 Christmas ! Let us hear what Clare says, 

 when seeking to woo the girl of his heart 

 from her love of the smoky city : — • 



Sweet Mary ! though no sighs nor pains 



Impassiou'd courtship prove; 

 My simple song the truth ne'er feigns 



To win thee to my love : 

 I ask thee from thy bustling life, 



Where nought can pleasing prove, 

 From city noise, and care, and strife— 



To come, and be my love ! 



If harmless mirth delight thine eyes, 



Then make my cot thy home; 

 The country life abounds with joys, 



And whispers thee to come. 

 Here fiddles urge thy nimble feet 



Adown the dance to move — 

 Here pleasures in continuance meet : 



O come, and be my love ! 



If music's charm, that all delights, 



Has witcheries for thee, 

 The country then, my love, invites, 



In echoed melody. 

 Here thrushes chant their madrigals, 



Here breathes the ringed dove, 

 Soft as day's closing murmur falls: 



O come, and be my love ! 



If nature's prospects, wood and vale, 



Thy visits can entice — 

 The country's scenes thy coming hail, 



To meet a paradise. 

 Here pride can raise no barring wall 



To hide the flower and grove — 

 Here fields are gardens, free for all : 



O come, and be my love! 



If music, mirth, and all combine 



To make my cot thy home — 

 To tempt thee, Mary, to be mine — 



Then why delay to come ? 

 Here night birds sing my love to sleep — 



Here sweet thy dreams shall prove — 

 Here, in my arms shall Mary creep : 



O come, and be my love! 



If " our own poet," as we are proud to 

 call him, cannot prevail, then must we be 

 silent. We would have men, women, and 

 children — all to breathe the fresh air of 

 Heaven, whilst yet it may be enjoyed. 



As we wander abroad to make observa- 

 tions, we now find the groves parting with 

 many of their leafy honors. Yet do they, 

 before they are entirely tarnished, possess 

 an adventitious beauty — arising from that 



