wen, wnen a man is mways making new friends what is that the sign of?Wagg—It's generally a sign that his old friend are onto him.—Philadelphia Record.In Autumn Timo.Dreamy the halcyon weather,The golden days too brief,While fade and fall together Rater bloom and leaf.The birds, not all departed.Seem conscious ’tls the fall.Some sing In tones half-hearted.And some but chirp and call.Though haze the round sun reddens, Sounds come from far away;Dusk falls, and distance deadens The onward steps of day.Their golden lamps lit ready,As sinks the sun from view,Como out the stars, and steady Burn they in the blue.A silence scarcely broken By some far waterfall.Makes night a peaceful token Of death—the end of all.But still the stars keep beaming,Nor is their light withdrawn, Until, as If from dreaming,Awakes the ruddy dawn.O, autumn! season tender.For all thy brilliant hues.Come thoughts that sad engender Deep lessons for the muse.IIow soon from earthly glory Slips proud-Houled man away!His too, like thine, a story Of grandeur and decay.—Moses Teggart In Springfield Ilepub lican..in,intmi:[U]isteainttealytealetLeHitwoThthigel“ItelliaiwoinainiwowliofovimeeitExlofdoofJiiM;rto