ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
With artist thought, fair autumn blends 
The sunbeam and the dew; 
And to the weighted orchard lends 
Fresh lustre, deeper hue; 
Till in the golden mist of fall, 
Or sunset’s richer glow, 
No rural picture of them all 
More beautiful we know. 
Albany Journal. 
Hugh Kelso- 
THE FOUR SISTERS. 
'HERE will come a maiden soon, I ween, 
1 Dressed in a cloak of palest green ; 
The robins follow her gentle call, 
And wild-flowers bloom where her footsteps fall. 
There, will come another with stately tread, 
In lilies and roses garlanded ; 
Her breath is the essence of all things sweet, 
And she carries a sheaf of golden wheat. 
A third will come dressed in a nut-brown suit, 
Her lap all filled with yellow fruit; 
Around her brow are autumn leaves, 
And she makes her way ’mid vines and sheaves. 
Lastly a snow-white maiden fair 
Will come bedecked with diamonds rare; 
She will put the others to rest complete, 
And wrap them all in a winding-sheet. 
MAY MORNING. 
N OW the bright morning star, day’s harbinger, 
Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her 
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws 
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 
Hail bounteous May ! that dost inspire 
Mirth and youth, and warm desire ; 
Woods and groves are of thy dressing. 
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. 
Thus we salute thee with our early song, 
And welcome thee and wish thee long. 
Milton,. 
