The
splendor of New England's wooded hills, these autumn days, leads one to wonder if the Aurora of the north-land has not escaped the meshes of the night and drifted into milder climes, that our summer might vanish in a dream of color; and in its profusion, its variety, and its delicacy of tints, the fleeting vision has surely brought to all who, having eyes, see, suggestions of that unfading beauty which pertains to the manifestations of Spirit.