AMERICAN JOURNAL 
OF 
AGRICULTURE AND SCIENCE. 
CONDUCTED BY C. N. BEMENT, ALBANY. 
VOL. VII. NOVEMBER, 1848. No. 11. 
NOVEMBER IN PROSPECT. 
In this month we see Autumn approaching towards its termina- 
tion. Autumn I the glorious setting of the year; the last season 
of beauty. Around are fast falling the withered leaves of the 
trees which were lately clothed with a tapestry of the richest 
gold, and purple, and scarlet; resembling and almost rivaling the 
most gorgeous hues of our autumnal sunsets! It is a peculiarity 
of our forest trees, that their leaves in changing their hues, lose 
little or nothing of their brightness, and that their autumnal dress 
is not only far richer, but less lively then their freshest June live- 
ries. The light of the sun sheds a more mellow and less fierce 
— a more kindly influence on our heads. Dark clouds are driving 
angrily across the sky. Cold, piercing winds whirl the dry 
leaves through the air, and moan piteously among the leafless 
branches. Every thing in nature wears a cheerless, frowning 
aspect. The herds crowd together for protection from the blast, 
and look around them as if in search of food. The water-fowls 
press towards their native element. But the sportsman, sallying 
forth with dog and gun, turns not aside from his sport, though he 
feels the peltings of the storm. 
All seems like the ripe vigor of man; " When Ceres," to use 
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