Autumn

How fleeting as well as varying, are the seasons of the year How insensibly have the months of spring and summer vanished; and nature has no sooner attained. its maturities, than we behold its declension and decay. The fields are now shorn of their produce; the beauties of the garden are whithered; the woods are changing their verdure, and the trees shedding their foliage — we also never continue in one stay. Many of our connexions and comforts have already dropped away from us; and the remaining are holden by a slei’der tenure; wlule we ourselves, do all fade as a leaf, and in a little time, our places will know us no more.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, for the announcement of an inheritance that fadeth not away.

A TIME OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING. *239

O for a hope full of immortality; for a possession of that good part, which shall not be taken away from us.