drawn out a considerable supply. The diminution increases daily; and how, it is asked, "would he feel each time of drawing and each, time of drinking it?" Not as if he had a perennial spring to go to; "I have a reservoir, I may be at ease." No; "I had water yesterday, I have water to-day; but my having had it yesterday and my having it to-day, is the very cause that I shall not have it on some day that is approaching."

Surely this is a beautiful image, and true as beautiful. It is no violent metaphor to represent life as a fortress, and man a prisoner within its gate. Time is the dark Reservoir from which he drinks; but he cannot descend to examine its depth or its quantity. He draws his supply from a fountain fed by invisible pipes. Nay, we do not often see the fountain. We conceal it with thick trees; we strive to hide Time. Still, if we would linger by it for a moment, we might discover a sad difference between the issue of the water at different seasons of the human year. In spring and summer-our childhood and early youth-the sunshine of hope silvers every drop; and if we look into the stream, the voice of some fair spirit might almost be heard speaking to us from the crystal shrine. In autumn

and winter days-our mature manhood and old age the fountain pours a languider and darker current. But the thing to be remembered, in spring, summer, autumn, and winter, is, that the Reservoir which feeds the fountain is being exhausted. Every drop that fell in our sunniest days lessened the water that remains. We had life yesterday, and we have life to-day; the probability, the certainty is, that we shall not have it on some day that is approaching. It strikes a chill to the heart to think, that the Reservoir may not contain enough to supply the prisoner in life's dungeon for another week.

But the shadow passes from the dial; the evening glimmers away into the thick trees:

- Ah! slowly sink

Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun!
Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb,
Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds !
Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves.

Silent with swimming sense, yea, gazing round
On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem
Less gross than bodily; and of such hues
As veil the Almighty Spirit, when He makes
Spirits perceive His presence.

Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad.
- in this bower,

This little lime-tree bower, have I not marked

Much that has soothed me? Pale, beneath the blaze,

Hung the transparent foliage; and I watch'd
Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see
The shadow of the leaf and stem above

Dappling its sunshine! and that walnut tree
Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay
Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps

Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass,
Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue
Through the late twilight; and though now the bat
Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters,

Yet still the solitary humble bee

Sings in the night-flower. Henceforth I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure;

No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,

No waste so vacant, but may well employ

Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart
Awake to Love and Beauty.

Then, welcome autumn, and golden sheaves, and harvest-home! "Do not talk of the decay of the year; the season is good when the people are so. It is the best time of year for a painter." So wrote Pope. And if for a picture, surely for a life. The leaf that now drops dim and flaccid from my hand has not been gathered up in vain. It reminds me of that greener country, where, in the words of Cowper, the leaves never fall, and the eternal day is Summer Time.

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