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September. 
When the bright Virgin gives the benuteous days, 
And Libra weighs in equal scales the year ; 
From Heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook 
Of parting Summer, a serener blue, 
With golden light enlivened, wide invests 
The happy world. Attempered suns arise, 
Sweet beamed, and shedding oft through lucid clouds 
A pleasing calm ; while broad, and brown, below 
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head. 
Rich, silent, deep, they stand ; for not a gale 
Rolls its light billows o’er the bending plain : 
A calm of plenty ! Thomson. 
UTUMN is rightly entitled 
“ beauteous days,” 
and we are happy 
for once to agree 
with the poet.- 
Whether the vir¬ 
gin, among 
the constel¬ 
lations has 
any thing to 
do in be¬ 
stowing 
these days 
or not, there can be no doubt, as to the superlative 
beauty of the gift. They are more charmingto all 
the senses, than any other days of the year. There 
is a delightful freshness about the early Spring, and 
coming out from the inclement skies of Winter, we 
admire the bright mornings, the springing grass, 
the budding willows, and the bashful violets on the 
south side of walls. But the weather is fickle, and 
the pleasure of the observer is marred by an in¬ 
voluntary sympathy with the fair fledglings of 
Spring, lest they should perish in their too early 
advent. Summer comes with its gorgeous drap¬ 
ery, its flaunting flowers and full foliage. But 
r.ow the heat parches field and forest, the leaves 
droop, and the beauty of the flowers hardly lin¬ 
gers for an hour. Everything is pushing on to 
maturity in such hot haste, that we involuntarily 
catch the spirit of the season. 
But in this favored month, we have “ attemp¬ 
ered suns,” and outdoor life is never so enjoya¬ 
ble as now. Every sense is pleased. Pomona, 
with a bounty more prodigal than all the virgins 
among the stars, pours golden fruits from her 
plenteous horn, tempting to the eye, and so lus¬ 
cious to the taste, as to make the ambrosial feasts 
of the gods no longer coveted. After a dish of 
melting pears or a bunch of Muscats from the 
vinery, we always fall into a fit of compassion for 
the deities, and the old heathen generally, who 
could not afford any thing better than ambrosia, 
for the best of their gods. Common mortals now 
can boast of something very much better. 
To us, there is a peculiar charm about the skies 
of September, so that, were there no other har¬ 
vests than those we are permitted to gather above 
the earth, we should rejoice in it, above all other 
months of the year. The world is said to have 
been finished in this month, and the old Hebrews 
did well to commemorate creation's prime, by 
making it the beginning of their civil year. It is 
a better type of the world when 11 all was very 
good ” tlran any other period. It is a time, of 
maturity in the heavens above us, and in the 
earth and sea around us. 
Look upward and behold the peerless azure of 
the skies, as the fleecy clouds go floating by, like 
rich argosies upon the fathomless deep, or watch 
the declining sun, lighting up the clouds with all 
the colors of the rainbow, with scenes and hues 
shifting, as in some scene of enchantment. Now 
he disappears behind the dark folds, and along 
the glittering edge, in clear contrast with the 
darkness, a line of gold appears too brilliant to 
gaze upon. Now he emerges for a moment in all 
his splendor, and throws his beams aslant the 
gazing earth. Every dwelling on the eastern hills 
is lit up with new splendors, as his parting beams 
come streaming from every pane in the windows. 
Now his burning disc has sunk beneath the hori¬ 
zon, and the sky is all aflame with richest crim¬ 
son. Slowly the colors fade, shading off into the 
deep grey of twilight, until darkness veils the 
scene. We have fine sunsets occasionally at 
other seasons of the year, but they only reach 
their climax, in this month. 
But we are not constrained to reap our harvests 
alone in the skies. The earth is beautiful, with 
her maturest charms, like the fully developed 
beauty of the mother. Look into the orchard, 
and fruit yard, now, to behold the crowning grace 
of the year. The pear and apple trees, with their 
snowy and pink blossoms, were a charming sight 
in May. But now there is a richer green upon 
the foliage, and amid the dark masses of leaves, 
fruits of all hues are clustering. Here are the 
crimson Baldwins and Spitzenbergs, the white 
Porters and Sweetings, the fair Lady Apple, 
and Maiden’s blush, true to their names, the 
purple Gilliflower3 and Pearmains, and among 
the pears, the golden Bartletts, and Virgalieus, 
the Flemish Beauties, tinged with red and russet, 
kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, rivaling 
their namesakes for ricii attire. The very air is 
laden with the perfume of their melting juices. 
No goblet was ever crowned with so delicious 
nectar as lurks beneath the tempting skin. 
Here in a more secluded nook, we come to the 
plums ; the Washington, worthy tobearthe name 
of the Father of his country, the Jefferson, sound 
in flavor as the doctrines of the Sage of Monticel- 
lo, the Green Gage, with nothing green about it 
but its color, the Golden Drops almost too good 
to sell for gold, the pink, crimson, yellow, and 
purple, and over all that bloom dust which ling¬ 
ers like the soft haze, with which the artist ob : 
scures his brightest creations of angelic beauty. 
In the vinery, art helps nature a little, and the 
combined product of the sun and the glass is 
those bunches of grapes, surpassing all that. Es- 
chol in its palmiest days ever boasted. How 
much there is of romance in that old picture of 
the spies bearing the clusters upon a stick be¬ 
tween the two, we were never able to determine. 
The object we imagine to have been, safe carry¬ 
ing, rather than to show the enormous size of the 
clusters. We have seen not a few clusters 
that a good many ordinary couples of men 
would not want to carry, if they had to pay 
for them before starting—bunches weighing six 
or eight pounds, and worth twice as many dollars, 
at the market price. Nothing can exceed the 
beauty of the roof of a vinery, well loaded with 
Black Hamburgs, Muscats, Frontignans, and the 
princely Cannon Hall. Tested by the grosser 
sense of taste, they are hard "to beat, and not at 
all bad to take. The cultivation of this excellent 
fruit, both in the open air, and under glass is mak¬ 
ing rapid progress among us. A grapery is be¬ 
coming almost an indispensable appendage of a 
gentleman’s country seat, and even men of mod¬ 
erate means, who can give but a few hundred dol¬ 
lars to fruit culture, are indulging in this luxury. 
Beautiful as these September days are, it is in 
the power of almost every one of our readers to 
add to their charms, around his own home. Anoth¬ 
er Isabella or Concord running along the south 
side of the house or barn, and hanging out their 
purple clusters, would make weather beaten 
boards, even, look very tempting. A few more 
Bartletts, or Flemish Beauties, in the back yard, 
or fruit garden, would be something to make the 
early dawn look very pleasant to the children. 
The laggard at the trees in the morning would 
deem himself to have lost a goodly sight. The 
time of tree planting is not far ahead. Shall we 
visit the nurseries and make the Septembers of 
the future a little more beautiful 1 
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Do not run away from your neighbors because 
they are not just what you would have them to 
be ; you may go further and fare worse; you 
may jump from the frying-pan into the fire. Bet¬ 
ter set about improving those around you, by your 
own conversation and example, and by inducing 
them to read and think. 
