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But beauty hath its homage still,
And nature holds us still in debt;
And woman's grace and household skill,
And manhood's toil, are honored yet.

And we, to-day, amidst our flowers
And fruits, have come to own again
The blessing of the summer hours,
The early and the latter rain

To see our Father's hand once more
Reverse for us the plenteous horn
Of autumn, filled and running o'er
With fruit, and flower, and golden corn!

Once more the liberal year laughs out
O'er richer stores than gems or gold;
Once more with harvest-song and shout
Is Nature's bloodless triumph told.

Our common mother rests and sings,
Like Ruth, among her garnered sheaves;
Her lap is full of goodly things,

Her brow is bright with autumn leaves.

O favors every year made new!

O gifts with rain and sunshine sent! The bounty overruns our due,

The fulness shames our discontent.

We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on;
We murmur, but the corn-ears fill;

We choose the shadow, but the sun
That casts it shines behind us still.

God gives us with our rugged soil
The power to make it Eden-fair,
And richer fruits to crown our toil

Than summer-wedded islands bear.

FOR AN AUTUMN FESTIVAL.

Who murmurs at his lot to-day?

Who scorns his native fruit and bloom? Or sighs for dainties far away,

Beside the bounteous board of home?

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Thank Heaven, instead, that Freedom's arm
Can change a rocky soil to gold,-
That brave and generous lives can warın
A clime with northern ices cold.

And let these altars wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits awake again
Thanksgiving for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain !

NOTES.

NOTE 1, page 3.

For the idea of this line, I am indebted to Emerson, in nis inimitable sonnet to the Rhodora:

"If eyes were made for seeing,

Then Beauty is its own excuse for being."

NOTE 2, page 31.

Among the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends in Scotland, was Barclay of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gustavus Adolphus, in Germany. As a Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his old age, who had been so honored before. "I find more satisfaction," said Barclay, as well as honor, in being thus insulted for my religious principles, than when, a few years ago, it was usual for the magistrates, as I passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet me on the road and conduct me to public entertainment in their hall, and then escort me out again, to gain my favor."

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NOTE 3, page 58.

Lucy Hooper died at Brooklyn, L. I., on the 1st of 8th mo., 1841, aged 24 years.

NOTE 4, page 61.

The last time I saw Dr. Channing was in the summer of 1841, when, in company with my English friend, Joseph Sturge, so well known for his philanthropic labors

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and liberal political opinions, I visited him at his summer residence in Rhode Island. In recalling the impressions of that visit, it can scarcely be necessary to say that I have no reference to the peculiar religious opinions of a man, whose life, beautifully and truly manifested above the atmosphere of sect, is now the world's common legacy.

NOTE 5, page 68.

"O vine of Sibmah! I will weep for thee with the weeping of Jazer!"-Jeremiah xlviii. 32.

NOTE 6, page 75.

Sophia Sturge, sister of Joseph Sturge, of Birmingham, the President of the British Complete Suffrage Associa tion, died in the 6th mo. 1845. She was the colleague, counsellor, and ever ready helpmate of her brother in all his vast designs of beneficence. The Birmingham Pilot says of her: "Never, perhaps, were the active and passive virtues of the human character more harmoniously and beautifully blended, than in this excellent woman."

NOTE 7, page 80.

Winnipiseogee: "Smile of the Great Spirit."

NOTE 8, page 88.

This legend is the subject of a celebrated picture by Tintoretto, of which Mr. Rogers possesses the original sketch. The slave lies on the ground, amid a crowd of spectators, who look on, animated by all the various emotions of sympathy, rage, terror; a woman, in front, with a child in her arms, has always been admired for the lifelike vivacity of her attitude and expression. The executioner holds up the broken implements; St. Mark, with a headlong movement, seems to rush down from heaven in haste to save his worshipper. The dramatic grouping in this picture is wonderful; the coloring, in its gorgeous depth and harmony, is, in Mr. Rogers's sketch, finer than in the picture. Mrs. Jamieson's Poetry of Sacred and Legendary Art, vol. 1, page 121.

NOTE 9, page 91.

Pennant, in his "Voyage to the Hebrides," describes

the holy well of Loch Maree, the waters of which were supposed to effect a miraculous cure of melancholy trouble, and insanity.

NOTE 10, page 95.

The writer of these lines is no enemy of Catholics. He has, on more than one occasion, exposed himself to the censures of his Protestant brethren, by his strenuous endeavors to procure indemnification for the owners of the convent destroyed near Boston. He defended the cause of the Irish patriots long before it had become popular in this country; and he was one of the first to urge the most liberal aid to the suffering and starving population of the Catholic island. The severity of his language finds its ample apology in the reluctant confession of one of the most eminent Romish priests, the eloquent and devoted Father Ventura.

NOTE 11, page 98.

Ebenezer Elliott, the intelligence of whose death has recently reached us, was, to the artisans of England, what Burns was to the peasantry of Scotland. His " Corn-law Rhymes" contributed not a little to that overwhelming tide of popular opinion and feeling which resulted in the repeal of the tax on bread. Well has the eloquent author of "The Reforms and Reformers of Great Britain" said of him-" Not corn-law repealers alone, but all Britons who moisten their scanty bread with the sweat of the brow, are largely indebted to his inspiring lays, for the mighty bound which the laboring mind of England has taken, in our day."

NOTE 12, page 100.

The reader of the Biography of the late William Allen, the philanthropic associate of Clarkson and Romilly, cannot fail to admire his simple and beautiful record of a tour through Europe, in the years 1818 and 1819, in the company of his American friend, Stephen Grellett.

NOTE 13, page 119.

"Thou 'mindst me of a story told
In rare Bernardin's leaves of gold."

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