MUSINGS IN THE TWILIGHT

But now the quiet days of September are come. September, which is the Twilight of the year-rather, I would call it the first hint of twilight, when the flush and glow are sobering down, and a cast of thoughtfulness is deepening day by day upon the months. "Autumn has o'erbrimmed the clammy cells" of the bees; the fields, where the long rows of many