Fallen Leaves

ne i uto neiiry u. itioreau, ui an ar: ticlc on " Autumaual Tiiits," in the Af.lande Monlhly for Octuber, thus refera to the usos and spirtual significance of the fallen feáve's': How they are mixed up, cif al! species, oak and maplp, and chosnut and birch ! But Nature is uot cluttored with theui; slie is a perpect husbundman ; slie stores tliem all. Co:isidcr what a vaat erop ia shed annually on the earl.h 1 This, more than any mere grain or seed, is the gre;it harvest of the ycar. The trees ure now repaying the earth with intenst what they havo takeu from it, ïhey are discoiinting. They are about to add n leafa thieki'.efS o tho depth of tho soil. This is the boautifu! way in which Nature guts her tnuck, while I chatter with this man and that, who talks to me about Bulpnü'r, and the cost of oarting. Wo are all the iio!ieror Iheir deeay. I am more interested iu this erop than in the English grass alore, or in the corn. [t prepares tlio virgm mould for future coriififelils and forests, on which the earth futtens. It keeps our bomestead ingood hearti It is picasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, cfiep-, and rustling leaves.- How beautifully they go to tbeir graves! how gently luy thoniselves down and turn to mould ! painted of a thousand hües, and fit to mauo the beds of us living. So they droop to tbeir last restingplace, light and frisky. They put on no weeds, but men ily they go seampering over the earth, selecting the ppot, choosirg a lot, ordering no iron fence, whispering all through the woods about it - some L'lioosing the spot whcre the bodies of men aie raouldering beneath, and meeting them half way. How many fluttetings before they rest quietly in their graves. They that soared so softly how contentedly they return to dust again, and are luid low, ïcsigued to lic and decay at tho foot of the tree, and ati'urd nourishment to new genorations of their kind, as weli as to flutter on high ! Wheu the leuves fall, the whole earth is a cementery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander tmd muse over them in their graves. Here are no iying nor vain eitaphs. What thongh you owu no lot in Mount Auburn ! -our lot is surely cast somewhere in this vast cemetery, which h is been eonseerated from of old. You need atteud no auction to secure a plaee. There is roo:n euough here. The Loose strife shall bloom, and the Huekle berry bird siug over. yonr bones. The woodman and hunter shall be your sextous, and the childreu shall tread upou tho borders as rnuch as they will Let us walk in the cemetery of tho leaves - this is your true Greenwood Cemetury.