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It is not pleasant to me to write about bad children , and I should not do it if it were not to warn the dear children I so much love against the formation of wrong and sinful habits . How much better it would be for Jimmy if he had learned to `` touch not , taste not , handle not , '' that which does not belong to him ! -LSB- Illustration -RSB- October , with its golden and crimson hues , its `` gentle wind , '' and its `` fair sunny noon , '' has passed away . November has come . The sun shines brightly , and the sky is almost clear of clouds ; but the chill wind blows roughly , and the leaves are rudely torn from the trees where they have gladdened us through the spring and the summer by their refreshing shade , their modest beauty , and their sweet music , as they sung to the gentle breeze which played amid the branches . They lie now , most of them , beneath the trees , wrinkled and faded , or scattered here and there , far from their fellows , wherever the cold blast has wafted them .