October 2.

October 3.

I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods, Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened

moss;

The naked, silent trees have taught me this, -
The loss of beauty is not always loss!

Mrs. Elizabeth Stoddard.

October 5.

Think not, when the wailing winds of autumn
Drive the shivering leaflets from the tree,
Think not all is over: spring returneth,

Buds and leaves and blossoms thou shalt see.

Weeping for a night alone endureth,

God at last shall bring a morning hour;
In the frozen buds of every winter
Sleep the blossoms of a future flower.

October 6.

Toiling early, and toiling late,

Mrs. H. B. Stowe.

Though her name was never heard,
To the least of her Saviour's little ones
She meekly ministered.

Such a perfect life as hers, again,

In the world we may not see;

For her heart was full of love, and her hands
Were full of charity.

Phabe Cary.

October 5.

October 6.