SUGGESTED BY THE SIGHT OF SOME LATE AUTUMH 
FLOWEKS. 
These few pale Autumn flowers, 
How beautiful they are ! 
Than all that went before, 
Than all the summer stqre, 
How lovelier far ! 
And why ? they are the last! 
The last! the last! the last 
Oh ! by that little word 
How many thoughts are stirred, 
That whisper of the past! 
Pale flowers 1 pale perishing flowers, 
Ye’re types of precious things ; 
Types of those better moments 
That flit, like Life’s enjoyments, 
On rapid, rapid wings. 
