Year: 1862

How they are mixed up, OF all spe-
cles-oak and maple, chestnut and birch!
But nature is not glutted with them; she
is perfect husbandman; she stores them
all. Consider what vast crop is thus
annually shed on the earth. This, more
than any mere grain or seed, is the great
harvest of the year. The trees are now
repaying the earth with interest what
they have taken from It, They are dis
counting. They are abSut to add a
leafs thickness to the depth Of the soil.
This is the beautiful way in which ma.
ture gets her muck, while chatter with
this man and that, who talks to me


about sulphur, and the cost of carting.
We are all the richer for their decay
am more interested in this crop than
in the English grass alone or in the corn.
1t prepares the virgin mould for future
corn fields and FORESTS, on which the
earth fattens. 1t keeps our homesteads
in good heart.


For bea utlful variety no crop can be
compared with this. Here is not merely
the plain yellow of the grains, but
nearly all the colors that we know, the
brightest blue not excepted. The early,
blushing maple, the poison sumach blaz-
in its sims as scarlet, the mulberry, ash,
backs are painted like those of sheep
The frost touches them, pr jarring Of
earth aSel, see in what Showers they
come featinS down! The ground is all
parti colored with them But they still
live in the soil, whose fertility and bulk
they increase, and in the forrest thuS
spring from it. They stoop to rise, to
mount higher in comming years, by
subtitle chemistry climbing up the sapin
the trees, and the sapling's first fruits
thus shed, transmitted at last may adorn
its crown, when, in after years, it has
become the monarch of the forest.
1t is pleasant to walk over the beds
of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves.
How beautifully they go to their grayesl
how gently lay themselves down and
turn to mould-painted Of a thousand
hues and fit to make the beds of US liv-
ing! So they troop to their last rest:
ing place, light and frisky. They put
on no weeds, but merrily they 60 scamp
ering over the earth, selecting a spot:
choosing lot, ordering do iron fence,
whispering all through the woods
some choosing the spot where the bodies
of men are mouldering beneath, and
meeting them half way. How many.
futterings before they rest quietly in :
their graves1 They that scared SO loft
lily, how contentedly they return to
dust again, and are laid low, resigned
to lie and decay at the foot of the tree,
and afford snourishment to new genera
tions of their kind, as we'll as to futter
on high! They teach us how to die
tsOpeaNopders if the time will ever come
when men, with their boasted faith Id
immortality, will lie down as gracefully
lana as rfpe-with such an Indian suiil--
mer serenity will shed their bodies, as
they do their hair and nails.


| When the leaves fall the whole earth
is cemetery pleasant to walk in.
love to wander and muse over them in
their groves. Here are no lying nor
vaih epitaphs. What though you own
nc lot at Mount Auburn? Your lot is
surely cast somewhere In this vast cem-@
etery, which has been consecrated from
of old. You need attend no auction to
SECURE place. There is room enough
here. The loose strife shall bloom and
the huckleberry bird sing over your
bones. The woodsman and hunter
shall be your sections, and the children
shall tread upon the borders as much as
they will Let US walk in the cemetery
of the leaves-this is your true Green
wood Cemetery.