Excerpt from Recollections of a Beloved Mother The melancholy days were fast approaching the saddest of the year. The gorgeous hues of autumn seemed silent prophets, - harbingers of desolation. Nature, about to fade and die, was more beautiful than in her earliest bloom. In Northern latitudes, the transition, from the brilliant autumnal tints, to the sad wintry hues, is so rapid, that to a mind in melancholy mood, the trees, proudly waving their crimson plumes, suggest thoughts of change, decay and death. How soon is the ...
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Excerpt from Recollections of a Beloved Mother The melancholy days were fast approaching the saddest of the year. The gorgeous hues of autumn seemed silent prophets, - harbingers of desolation. Nature, about to fade and die, was more beautiful than in her earliest bloom. In Northern latitudes, the transition, from the brilliant autumnal tints, to the sad wintry hues, is so rapid, that to a mind in melancholy mood, the trees, proudly waving their crimson plumes, suggest thoughts of change, decay and death. How soon is the rainbow tinted costume laid aside for the russet mantle, and the russet mantle for the snowy shroud. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at ... This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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