It is not true that the close of a life which ends in a natural fashion- --life which is permitted to put on the display of death and to go out in glory- --inclines the mind to rest. It is not true of a day ending nor the passing of the year, nor of the fall of leaves. Whatever permanent, uneasy question is native to men, comes forward most insistent and most loud at such times. There are still places where one can feel and describe the spirit of the falling of leaves. At Fall, the sky which is of so delicate and faint a blue as to conta ....