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dahlias, asters, and other gorgeous flowers, each striving 
to outvie its neighbour in vividness and variety of 
colour, not less than in dignity of form and growth. 
If we look on the fields, 
** Extensive harvests hang the heavy head, 
A calm of plenty.” 
Or, in the more emphatic language of Scripture, “ The 
little lulls rejoice on every side, the valleys are covered 
with corn; they shout for jov, they also sing.” 
If we turn to the woodlands, there is just sufficient 
diversity in die tints to give beauty and richness to the 
scene, without reminding us too strongly of decay. 
But it is, perhaps, in the orchard that the glory of 
autumn is most fully displayed. There 
-“ Whatever the wintry frost 
Nitrous prepar’d, the various-blossom’d spring 
Put in white promise forth, and summer suns 
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view, 
Full, perfect all.” 
In lands of “ the sweet south,” the olive, the fig, the 
orange, and, above all, the vine, are seen mingling 
their rich and varied fruitage. In our less genial cli¬ 
mate, besides those fruits which require artificial heat, 
we can show plums of various kinds, pears, apples, 
