Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made.

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.

Every sentence is the result of a long probation.

You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.

He who cuts down woods beyond a certain limit exterminates birds.

Linnæus, setting out for Lapland, surveys his "comb" and "spare shirt," "leathern breeches" and "gauze cap to keep off gnats," with as much complacency as Bonaparte a park of artillery for the Russian campaign. The quiet bravery of the man is admirable.

Have no mean hours, but be grateful for every hour, and accept what it brings. The reality will make any sincere record respectable.