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    • SONGS OF THE MONTHS.—No. 9, SEPTEMBER. ? SONG FOR AUTUMN , BY MARY HOWITT.
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      Having pointed out what we deem to be the great and fundamental fallacy of this book , we shall add , that its general execution cannot be very highly praised . Terse and brilliant sentences are to be found scattered here and there , marked by the deep and sharp stamp of the philosopher ' s genius ; but there are many passages , neither so precise in de 6 nition , or so frugal of expression , as the nature of a philosophical treatise demands . Nor can we repress some astonishment at the editor ' s having given us a biography of Utilitarianism , without so much as an allusion to

      does , on the face of an ethical work , which , on the most favourable estimate , cannot be conceived to be a very remarkable contribution to our metaphysical literature , it will rather injure than augment the well-earned fame of one of the most acute of English philosophers .

      Epicurus , Hobbes , or Gassendi , and with so highly figurative a sketdfi of Locke ' s , Hume ' s , Helvetius ' , and Hartley ' s systems . Perhaps , too , the lofty claim of originality for Bentham , had better nave been reserved for his juridical works . Standing as it

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      6 £ 4 Songs of the Months .

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      Summer waneth night and morning , Night and morning , waneth ! Flow ere are fading on the lea , Leaves are changing on the tree , Gossamer is silv ' ry bright , Thistle-down is floating white ,

      Every blossom ' s leaf is shed , Fruits are hanging ripe and red , Singing birds have flown away , — After this can summer stay ? No , no , the year must go . Summer has departed now .

      Autumn cometh night and morning , Night and morning , cometh ! By the , nightly-rising moon , By the splendours of the noon , By the flowers that have no fellow . Purple , crimson , gold , and yellow ;

      By the pattering drily down Of the nuts and acorns brown , By the silent forest bough , All may know '( is autumn now . Fast or slow , the year must go , And ' tis gorgeous autumn now .

      Songs Of The Months.—No. 9, September. ? Song For Autumn , By Mary Howitt.

      SONGS OF THE MONTHS . —No . 9 , SEPTEMBER . ? SONG FOR AUTUMN , BY MARY HOWITT .

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1834, page 624, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2637/page/20/