October (n.) is the month for painted leaves... and as fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, it acts as the sunset sky of the year near its setting.
October (n.) is the year's sunset sky while November is the later twilight.
October (n.) shows, in the hues of its sunsets, the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy, not far off geographically.
October (n.) has hardly tinged our poetry.
October (n.) holds Nature's own annual fair, not only in the streets, but in every hollow and on every hill-side.