The stars twinkled out faintly one by one, the harvest-moon rose broad and ruddy behind the wooded hill, and still he sat stupefied at the bedside.

HARVEST-MOON, the full moon which in our latitude, at the autumnal equinox, rises for an evening or two about the same time.

" Here is a poem on a Melon, by Adsched of Meru: "Color, taste, and smell, smaragdus, sugar, and musk, Amber for the tongue, for the eye a picture rare, If you cut the fruit in slices, every slice a crescent fair, If you leave it whole, the full harvest-moon is there.