Autumn

Yesterday I was inclined to be sad. Threatening clouds hung low overhead, while the north-wind, raw and cold, sent its penetrating blasts far into the southlands. I knew full well that Indian summer is still to come with its warm and pleasant days before the full blast of winter is upon us. But it is equally certain that every march of the north wind will be another triumph, gaining more ground each time it comes, and each time bring­ing colder weather with it. Cold rains lashing the trees and...