emotions, and the peace of its scenes disposes every heart to sympathize with the sentiments which the preceding verses express. The appearance of the American woods in autumn is peculiar to this country. Mr. Tudor, in his Letters on the Eastern States, gives this description of it: "The rich and mellow tints of the forest at that season of the year, have often furnished subjects for the painter and the poet in Europe; but the woods of Europe never exhibit the appearance of ours. Besides all the shades of brown and green, which the forests of Europe display in the decay of their foliage, the American woods in the same stage of vegetation put on "the most glaring and brilliant colours-bright yellow, scarlet, orange and purple-not merely on single leaves, but masses of whole trees have their foliage thus tinged." the "I do not know that it has ever been accounted for; but it may perhaps be owing to the frosts coming earlier here than in Europe, and falling on the leaves while the sap is yet copious, before they have begun to dry and fall off. However this may be, the colouring is wonderful--the walnut is turned to the brightest yellow, maole to scarlet, &c. Our trees put on this dress about the first of October." At this time of the year the effect of the atmosphere upon our scenery and upon the sensations of the beholder, induce sentiments of sober cheerfulness, and pure enjoyment of this breathing life, and this beautiful world, such as we never feel at other sea sons. Mr. Tudor observes that "the reader who has any relic of veneration for Pomona and the Hamadryads," (I hope my young readers are acquainted with Pomona and the Hamadryads) will take an interest in the history of certain celebrated trees of New-England, and he proceeds to enumerate the more remarkable of these. "In Salem, (Mass.) there is a pear tree still producing fruit, that was planted by Governor Endicott in his garden in 1630, and which is now owned by his descendants. At Sagadahoc, in Maine, when the French had a footing in 1689, there is an apple tree with some remains of life, amidst the ruins of their dwellings. The trunk is nearly the size of a hogshead, and entirely hollow. It was almost a century after before any apple trees were planted in the neighbouring country. In Hartford (Connecticut,) the oak yet stands, in which the Connecticut charter was secreted, during the disastrous administration of Andross, when all the New-England charters were taken away. Governor Andross went to Hartford to obtain the charter of Connecticut; when the Council were assembled with Andross in the evening, while the destined victim was lying on the table, the lights were suddenly extinguished, Captain Wadsworth seized the Charter and hid it in this tree, which even then, in 1692, was hollow with age. This tree forms an appropriate counterpart to the "royal oak" of England. The most celebrated of all our trees, however, was the Libertytree in Boston, which fell a sacrifice to party vengeance, and was cut down when the British troops got possession of the town. It was an elm of vast size, of which only the stump remains. Many transactions leading to the revolution took place beneath it. Trees in various places in this country and Europe, were named after it: in France at one time every municipality had one; but in that country they never flourished, and finally perished root and branch under Napoleon." 3 SONG OF THE STARS. When the radiant morn of creation broke, And the empty realms of darkness and death Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath, From the void abyss by myriads came, And this was the song the bright ones sung: Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, For the source of glory uncovers his face, Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar, In the infinite azure, star after star, How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass! And the path of the gentle winds is seen, Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean, And see where the brighter day-beams pour, Away, away!-in our blossoming bowers, Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres! To the vale of whose brow our lamps are dim. RIZPAH. And he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they hanged them in the hill before the Lord; and they fell all seven together, and were put to death in the days of the harvest, in the first days, in the beginning of barley-harvest. And Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, took sackcloth and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until the water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest upon them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night. 2 Samuel, xxi. 9, 10. Hear what the desolate Rizpah said, As on Gibean's rocks she watched the dead. And her own fair children, dearer than they; And were stretched on the bare rock, side by side. That bloomed and smiled in the court of Saul, I have made the crags my home, and spread In the blaze of the sun and the winds of the sky. And the cormorant wheeled in circles round, Ye were foully murdered, my hapless sons, He sinned-but he paid the price of his guilt, But I hoped that the cottage roof would be And that while they ripened to manhood fast, As they stood in their beauty and strength by my side, Oh, what an hour for a mother's heart, |