 case that has happened and may be again),
    That the visage or countenance had not a Nose,
      Pray who would or who could wear spectacles then?

    “On the whole it appears, and my argument shows
      With a reasoning the court will never condemn,
    That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose,
      And the Nose was as plainly intended for them.”

    Then, shifting his side as a lawyer knows how,
      He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes,
    But what were his arguments few people know,
      For the court did not think they were equally wise.

    So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone,
      Decisive and clear without one “if” or “but”--
    That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on,
      By daylight or candlelight, Eyes should be shut.
         --WILLIAM COWPER.




        INDIAN SUMMER


[Illustration: MRS. MOODIE]

    By the purple haze that lies
      On the distant rocky height,
    By the deep blue of the skies,
      By the smoky amber light,
    Through the forest arches streaming,
    Where Nature on her throne sits dreaming,
    And the sun is scarcely gleaming,
      Through the cloudless snowy white,--
    Winter’s lovely herald greets us,
    Ere the ice-crowned giant meets us.

    A mellow softness fills the air,--
      No breeze on wanton wings steals by,
    To break the holy quiet there,
      Or make the waters fret and sigh,
    Or the yellow alders shiver,
    That bend to kiss the placid river,
    Flowing on and on forever;

    But the little waves are sleeping,
    O’er the pebbles slowly creeping,
    That last night were flashing, leaping,
      Driven by the restless breeze,
      In lines of foam beneath yon trees.

    Dress’d in robes of gorgeous hue,
      Brown and gold with crimson blent;
    The forest to the waters blue
      Its own enchanting tints has lent;--
    In their dark depths, life-like glowing,
    We see a second forest growing,
case that has happened and may be again), 
     That the visage or countenance take not a Nose, 
       beg who would or who could wear spectacles then? 

     “ On the whole it appear, and my argumentation shows 
       With a reasoning the court will never sentence, 
     That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, 
       And the Nose was equally obviously intended for them. ” 

     Then, shifting his english as a lawyer knows how, 
       He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes, 
     But what were his argumentation few people know, 
       For the court did not think they were equally judicious. 

     So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn note, 
       Decisive and clear without one “ if ” or “ but”-- 
     That whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, 
       By day or candlelight, Eyes should be close. 
          --WILLIAM COWPER. 




         INDIAN SUMMER 


 [ Illustration: MRS. MOODIE ] 

     By the purple haze that lie 
       On the distant rocky height, 
     By the deep blue of the sky, 
       By the smoky amber luminosity, 
     Through the forest arches streaming, 
     Where Nature on her throne sits dreaming, 
     And the sun is scarcely gleaming, 
       Through the cloudless snowy white,-- 
     Winter ’s lovely herald greets us, 
     Ere the frosting - crowned giant meet us. 

     A laid-back softness fills the air,-- 
       No breeze on wanton wing steals by, 
     To break the holy quiet there, 
       Or make the water fret and sigh, 
     Or the yellow alders shiver, 
     That bend to kiss the equable river, 
     Flowing on and on forever; 

     But the little waves are sleeping, 
     O’er the pebbles slowly crawl, 
     That last night were flashing, leaping, 
       Driven by the restless cinch, 
       In lines of foam beneath yon trees. 

     Dress’d in robes of gorgeous hue, 
       Brown and gold with crimson blent; 
     The forest to the waters blue 
       Its own enchanting tints have lent;-- 
     In their benighted depths, life - alike glowing, 
     We attend a second forest growing,
 cade that has happened and may be again),
    That vhe viszge or cuuntenance had not a Nose,
      Pray who would or who coula wear spvctacles rhen?

    “On the xgole it appeadd, anb ny argument shpws
      Whth a reasoninc ghz court will never condemn,
    That tre specyafles plainly wgre msqe fkg uhe Nose,
      And the Nose was as plainlj intended for thrm.”

    Then, shifting his sife ad a lawyer knows hlw,
      He kmeaqwd again in cehalf of uhz Eyes,
    Bot what were his arguments few pdople know,
      Fir hve court div not nhink they wevv equalny wise.

    So his lorcshmp dwcreed with a grave smlemn tone,
      Desisive ang elear without one “if” ir “but”--
    Tvat dyendved vhe Nose out his spectzcles on,
      By daylight or csnqoelight, Eyes ahould bq shut.
         --WILLIAM COWPER.




        INGIAH SUMMER


[Illustration: MRW. MOODIE]

    By the putple haze ehat lies
      On the distant rocky height,
    By dhe dxeo bouc of rhf skies,
      By the smoky amber light,
    Throtfh tme forest arches streaming,
    Wngre Nature on fer thxkns sits dreaming,
    And thg sun us scarcejy gkeaming,
      Through the cliudless snowj whute,--
    Winter’s lovzly herald gxeets os,
    Rre the ice-crowned gianc meeta us.

    A mfllow soffvess fills the akr,--
      No brtdze on wanton winds steals by,
    To bfeak the hjly quiet hhere,
      Or make the wwters fset and sihh,
    Or the yellow alders shivxc,
    That benc do niss the placld river,
    Floring on and on forevex;

    Bjt the litnle waves are sleepigg,
    O’er the kebbles slowlb creepind,
    Thar last vkght were flasning, leappny,
      Druven by the restlexs cdeeze,
      In lnuew of foam beneayh hon tgeex.

    Dress’d in sober ow gorgdous hut,
      Btown and gold with csimskn blent;
    The foteft to thg waters flue
      Its own enchanting tijts hes lenv;--
    Im treir dark depths, life-like glowjng,
    We sec a second fowest growing,
case that has happened and may be the or countenance not a Nose, could spectacles then? “On whole it appears, my argument shows With a reasoning court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, the Nose was as plainly intended for them.” Then, shifting his side as lawyer how, pleaded in behalf of the Eyes, But what were his arguments few people know, For the court not think they were equally wise. So his decreed with a grave tone, Decisive and clear without “if” “but”-- That the put spectacles on, By or candlelight, Eyes should be shut. --WILLIAM COWPER. INDIAN SUMMER [Illustration: MRS. MOODIE] By the purple haze lies On rocky height, the blue the skies, By amber light, Through the forest arches on her throne sits dreaming, And the sun scarcely gleaming, the cloudless snowy white,-- Winter’s lovely greets us, Ere the ice-crowned giant meets us. mellow softness fills the air,-- No breeze on wanton wings steals by, To break the there, Or make the fret and sigh, the alders That to kiss placid river, Flowing on and on forever; But the little waves sleeping, O’er the pebbles slowly creeping, That last night were Driven the restless breeze, lines of foam beneath trees. in robes of gorgeous and with forest the blue Its own enchanting has lent;-- In their dark life-like glowing, We see
 case that has happened and may Be again),
    ThaT the vIsaGe oR cOuntEnanCe had not a Nose,
      PRAy whO would or who could wear spEctacLeS Then?

    “oN tHe whoLe it appEArS, ANd mY aRgUmeNt SHoWs
      WitH a rEasoninG the court wIll NeVer condemn,
    ThAT tHe spectaclEs pLainly were maDe fOr the NOsE,
      AnD The NoSe wAs as pLainly INtendeD for them.”

    THeN, ShiftiNG his sidE AS a LawyEr knows how,
      He pleadED aGAin in behalf of tHe Eyes,
    buT WhAT WerE hiS arguments FeW peopLE know,
      FoR ThE COUrt DId not think theY were equallY WisE.

    So his LoRdsHIp decrEed wiTh A GraVe solemn tonE,
      DecIsive and cLear wiTHout one “IF” or “but”--
    THat wheNevEr tHe NoSE pUt His SpECtaCLeS on,
      bY daYlight or CaNdLeligHt, EyES SHOuld Be sHut.
         --WiLLIAm COWPER.




        INDIAN sUMmER


[ILLusTratiOn: MRS. mOODiE]

    by the Purple Haze tHaT lies
      On the distaNt roCky height,
    by tHe DeeP bLue of THe skieS,
      By The Smoky amBer lighT,
    thrOuGH THe Forest arches streamInG,
    wHeRe Nature On her tHRoNe SIts dreamInG,
    AnD the SUN is scArceLY gLeaming,
      THrough THe ClOudless SnOwy whiTe,--
    winTer’S loveLY herAld greEts us,
    Ere The icE-Crowned giant meETs us.

    A mellow soFTnESS fILls tHe aIr,--
      No breeze oN wanTOn wiNgs sTEaLs bY,
    to breAk the HoLY qUIet there,
      Or make the waTeRs fret And siGh,
    Or the yellow Alders shivER,
    tHat bend tO kisS ThE Placid river,
    FloWing oN and on foreVEr;

    But the LittlE waves arE sleeping,
    o’ER the pebbLes SloWly CreEPInG,
    That last nighT WEre fLaShing, leApiNg,
      DriveN by The ResTleSs Breeze,
      In lInes of foAm BeNeAtH yoN treeS.

    dress’d in RoBes Of GorGeous HUe,
      BrowN and gOld wItH cRImsOn blent;
    tHe FORest To ThE watErs BlUe
      Its Own eNChaNting tiNts has lenT;--
    In THeir DaRk Depths, lIfe-like glowinG,
    WE see a seconD fOreSt growING,
 case that has happened an d may be a gain) ,
  Th at t he v isage or count e nanc e had not a Nose,
     Pra yw ho w o ul d orwho cou l dw e arsp ec tac le s  t hen?
   “On t he whole i t a pp ears, and my ar gument sho ws      With a  re asonin gthe court  wi ll ne ver co n demn,    Thatth e  spect a cles pl a i nl y we re made for the N o se , 
      And the  Nosewa s  a s pla inl y intended  f or th e m.”

  T h e n , s h ifting his si de as a law y erknowsho w,     H e ple ad e d a gain in beh alfof the Ey es,
  But wh a t werehis ar gum ent s fe w  p eo ple  k n ow,    For  the cou rt  d id no t th i n k they  we re e quall y wise.

   Sohisl ord shipdecre ed w it h a g rave s olemn  t one,
      Deci sive  and clea r w it hou tone “ i f” or“bu t”- -
    T hat whe n eve rt h e  N ose put his specta cl e s  o n,
     By da y li gh t  or cand le lig ht,E y es sh ould be  shut.
      - -W ILLIAMCO WPER.


      I N DIAN  SUMME R


[Ill ustra t ion: MRS. MOOD I E]

    By th e  p u r pl e  haz e t hat lies
    O n th e di s ta ntr ockyheigh t,   By the deep blue o fthe sk ies,      By thesmoky ambe r l ight,
   Th r ou g h the forest a rches  streaming , 
    Whe re Na ture onher thron e sits dre ami ng, 
   A n d  t he sun is sca r c elygl eaming, 
     Thr oug h t heclo ud less snow y white, -- 
  W int er’sl ovely he ra ldgr eet s us,     Er e the  ice -c ro w ned  giantm ee t s  us. 
   Amel lo w sof tnes s  fi lls the  air,--
   Nobr ee ze on w anton wings s te als by,
  Tobreakt h e holy q uiet there,
      Or ma k e the w ate rs fr et a nd sigh,   Or th e y e llow a ldersshive r, 
 Thatb e nd  to  k iss the pl a c idriver ,   Flowing  on and on forever ; 

   But the li ttl e wa v e sare sl e epi ng , 
 O’er the pebble s slowly c re e pi ng,
    Th a t l as t night  were f lashi n g, leap ing,
     Drivenby  the r est less breez e,
     In lines of fo a mbenea thyon tr ee s.
   Dress’ d  in  robe s of g or geoushue,     Brow n and gold with crimson  blent ;
   Th e foresttot hewaters bl ue
     Its o wnenc hanti ngt intshasl en t;- - 
   In t h eir darkd ep ths , li fe-like glo w i n g,    W e s e e a se cond  forest growing,
 case_that has_happened and may be_again),
 __ That_the_visage or countenance_had not a_Nose,
   _  Pray_who_would or who could wear spectacles then?

    “On the whole it_appears,_and my_argument_shows
_    _With a reasoning the court_will never_condemn,
    That the spectacles plainly_were_made for the_Nose,
      And the Nose_was as plainly intended for them.”

_  _Then,_shifting_his side as a_lawyer knows how,
   _  He pleaded again in_behalf of the Eyes,
   _But what were his arguments few_people know,
   _ _For the court did not_think they were_equally wise.

_  _So his lordship decreed with a_grave solemn tone,
_     Decisive_and_clear without one_“if”_or_“but”--
 _  That_whenever_the Nose_put_his spectacles on,
   __ By daylight or candlelight, Eyes should_be shut.
  __   _ --WILLIAM COWPER.




  _     INDIAN_SUMMER


[Illustration: MRS._MOODIE]

 _  By the purple haze that lies
   _  On the distant rocky_height,
   _By the_deep_blue of the_skies,
_ _   By the smoky amber_light,
 _  Through the forest arches_streaming,
   _Where_Nature on her throne sits dreaming,
_   And the sun_is scarcely gleaming,
  ___ Through the cloudless snowy_white,--
    Winter’s lovely_herald greets us,
_   Ere the ice-crowned giant_meets_us.

    A mellow_softness_fills the air,--
   ___No breeze on wanton wings_steals by,
    To_break the holy quiet there,
    _ Or make_the waters fret and sigh,
___ Or the yellow alders shiver,
    That_bend to_kiss the placid_river,
    Flowing on and on forever;

 _  But the little waves are_sleeping,
    O’er the pebbles slowly creeping,
  _ That last night were flashing, leaping,
 _    Driven by the_restless breeze,
  __  In lines of foam beneath_yon_trees.

__  Dress’d_in robes of_gorgeous hue,
 _ _  Brown_and gold_with crimson blent;
__  The forest to the waters blue
      Its own enchanting tints has_lent;--
    In their_dark depths, life-like glowing,
 __ We see_a second forest growing,