HE OWNS THE BIRD SONGS OF THE HILLS; THE LAUGHTER OF THE APRIL RILLS; AND HIS ARE ALL THE DIAMONDS SET IN MORNING'S DEWY CORONET,— AND HIS THE DUSK'S FIRST MINTED STARS THAT TWINKLE THROUGH THE PASTURE-BARS AND LITTER ALL THE SKIES AT NIGHT WITH GLITTERING SCRAPS OF SILVER LIGHT; THE RAINBOW'S BAR, FROM RIM TO RIM IN BEATEN GOLD, BELONGS TO HIM. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY.
The Out-of-Door World in Autumn.
Have you ever been in the country, or in a city park, after the green of the maple-trees has turned to scarlet and gold? If you have noticed the trees in their gorgeous hues, you have probably found that the grass, also, shows patches of color not seen in the summer-time. The sky is often very blue, and its color is reflected in the quiet water of a lake or pool, or in a gently flowing stream. A smoky haze hangs over the distant trees, and softens, though it does not hide, their brilliant coloring.
Study the sketch on this page. Then paint an autumn picture. Show a bright blue sky, a field or hillside,—once green, but now touched with russet and brown,—a path or a pool of water, distant foliage, and one large tree. Save your picture to use in another lesson.
