White Sulphur papers; or, Life at the springs of Western Virginia

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CHAP. VIII.
AUTUMN IN
THE MOUNTAINS.
The summer has gone with all its bright days, its
joys and its
pleasures, and the soft mellow rays of
declining September, are falling on the woods and
the hills. The edges of the horizon wear a golden
hue, and the setting sun is forming landscapes in the
clouds.
The mountains are robed in their highest beauty
—the trees have put on their bright court dresses,
ofa thousand different hues, and all nature looks
serenely beautiful.
"How call you this—the season's fall
That seems the pageant of the year,
Richer and brighter far than all—
The pomp that spring and summer wear."
But very few persons remain at the springs as
late as the last week in September, which, with part
of the month of October, is the most delightful period