Thus when the lamp that lighted
The traveller at first goes out,
He feels awile benighted,
Looks around in fear and doubt,
But soon, the prospect clearing,
By cloudless starlight on he treads,
And thinks no lamp so cheering
As the light that heaven sheds. From;
Moore, I’d mourn the Hopes This is Octobers Story: In casting our eyes forward through the month before us, we are startled to see that it is the last of those in which we look for fine weather. That it ushers in November, a name associated with gloom, fogs and storms, and often hints at the rigours of winter. The bright but calm suns which shine over this month are the last of the season. The autumn winds up its account of harvest and outdoor pleasures, and the last of the swallows take their flight. The last birds that are migratory depart, and in come from the northern climbs wild geese, the hooded crow and the woodcock to share our winter with us. The creatures of the air and field are undecieved buy the suns that still shine, and the leaves that still hang onto the trees. It is a month in which to still walk around during the short, bright hours of the day and to enjoy the tranquil splender, the greeness and freshness of the surrounding atmosphere. It is time to feel thankful for all the good and beauty that the summer gave us. The little butterflies still hover over flowers or settle on a warm wall basking in the glow of the noonday sun. They lift their wings with a feeling, as it were, of a happiness which knows no care. The butterflies know nothing of speculations and failure. Nothing of rents and taxes, or of bills that may come against them. But this is the month of forest splendour. Generally, towards the end of October, the trees put on their last grandeur. They burst forth into all the richest and warmest colours, and for a while cast a glory on the landscape that is unrivalled. Then how delightful to range through woods anf field and see the wind come driving the many-tinted leaves before it. To tread on their rustling masses in the still glades and feel the language of the season. Orchards are cleared of their fruit, and towards the end of the month the people are busy in the potatoe fields. Once more the hind, released from the cares and toils of the harvest id busy turning up the soil with the plough, getting in wheat for next year. Its also a time for ditching and banking in the meadows and fields. The gathering and storingof potatoes, carrots, beet-root and turnips create much employment. Besides the sowing of wheat, beans the winter dills are put in. Timber trees are felled, and others planted. It is also the time to repair gates and fences and lay in plenty of winter fuel.