_Month of fruits and falling leaves, Under thy opalescent skies The vagrant summer idly lies, While coming Autumn deftly weaves Rare tints for tall ungarnered sheaves Of goldenrod, kissing the eyes Of purple asters as she dyes The vine that swings beneath the eaves._ _And all the bending hedgerows seem A Joseph's coat of colors. Hues That shame the rainbow's royal arch Set all the harvest fields a-gleam With beauty, fresh with fragrant dews To crown the season's onward march._ GEORGE W. SHIPMAN. Author and Giver of every good and perfect gift whose infinite presence and power underlie all growth and life and activity, Who revealest Thyself in the varied forms of beauty which come so rapidly in the revolving year, in the green grass and blossoming roses and lilies and refreshing, fast-succeeding fruits, we thank Thee that Thou art now crowning the year with Thy goodness and inviting us to gather in from tree, garden, field, forest, mine, what will feed, clothe, protect us during the wintry season given us, free from arduous labors, to find enjoyment in books, music and social intercourse. These blessings remind us to present to Thee the fruits of the spirit, love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, temperance. Amen. CALVIN S. LOCKE. October 2 _One answered, on the day when Christ went by, "Lord, I am rich; pause not for such as I. My work, my home, my strength, my frugal store, The sun and rain--what need have I of more? Go to the sinful who have need of Thee, Go to the poor, but tarry not for me. What is there Thou should'st do for such as I?" And He went by._ _Long years thereafter, by a palace door, The footstep of the Master paused once more From whence the old voice answered piteously,-- "Lord, I am poor, my house unfit for Thee; Nor peace nor pleasures bless my princely board, Nor love nor health; what could I give Thee, Lord? Lord, I am poor, unworthy, stained with sin,--" Yet He went in._ MABEL EARLE. We who are poor in spirit, turn to Thee who art the giver of every good and perfect gift, to hold out our empty hands and pray that Thou wilt make us rich. During the past days and years we have been out in Thy world striving for more things and then more things and yet more things, forgetful of the fact that a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth. Now, realizing the poverty of our real lives, we ask Thee to bestow upon us those eternal riches which pertain to the human soul and possessing which we shall have treasure in that heaven within where moth and rust do not corrupt nor thieves break through and steal. So shall we be rich indeed. Amen. FRANK OLIVER HALL. October 3