An Autumn Memory

The November gun was stealing be tween the dairitily embroidered leaf Iets, and playing on the ripples of the woodland rivulet. The golden-roc along the brookside was bow and then disturbed by the flight of some wik bird, and the sumacs in their cardina fezzes looked like so many nodding Turkish sentinels. A glorious but brief period when a delicate veil of haze hangs around the wood, and the indelicate politician hangs around the candidato to negotiate the sale of nis vote; when the partridge drums up in the tree, and the suspender peddler drums up in the northern part of Kew York; when the honest farmer works the harvest field, and the young lady works the Christmas slippeis tor the clergyman ; when poetic damsels pluck the languid ferns, and the unpoetic housewife plucks the languishing Thanksgiving turtey! The birds twittered by the brook, and the squirrels darted along the stone wall and up in the tree, and the volees of merry nutting parties reverberated through the silent aisles of the toresi ni narmony witli the sincere but unpoetic squawk of the cat-bird. That's about the style of day it was when a light-hearted couple, tired of their woodland promenade, sat upon a fallen tree. "I am al ways so happy in the woods," she commenced, "especially in the autumn, as the crepuscular shadows steal timidly ! ito the valley, forthen I float back to childhood's happy time-" "Glad to hear it," he replied, rather abruptly. "1 shall bring you up heie often ; the air ia exhilaratirtg, and will do you good ; and we will gather wild flowers and loaves, pnd arrange them in quaint designs." "Oh, you are so good !" she said, in tones of deep, unswerving devotion. 'I would much rather walk here with you than in the bustling city." "You would ?" he inquired, with a slight tremor in bis voice. "Indeed I would!" she responded. "When here with you, all alone, I feel perfectly secure and happy." "And so do I," he chanted, as he thrust his hand into his vest pocket and feit his capital, which consisted of two suspender buttons and a nightkey - "so do I, my dear, because this pretty autumn wood is just about Fourteen miles from the nearest