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it as with a mantle, as our sinful thoughts sometimes shade that faith, but the sunshine then bursts brilliantly upon its brow, as renewed belief shines forth from the temporary darkness.

And night, regal and glorious, dark and melancholy night. Now wearest thou thy golden diadem of stars like a queen. Now the moon like a splendid gem glitters upon thy brow, and now thou frownest upon the earth with the black storm-cloud streaming around thee. In thy calm hours thou art the nurse of thoughts that lift and purify the soul-in thy ear are whispered many things which befitteth not the sunshine-the timid hope, the struggling wish, the aspiration we hardly dare acknowledge to ourselves. The brilliance of day thou hast not, but the sweetness, the tenderness and rest, with which the weary soul invests heaven, thou alone possesseth.

And little nature recks of the folly or wisdom of man. The battle field is red, but her sky is stainless; the tear falls and the heart breaks, but her sunshine is glad and her music mirthful. Man, the insect that creeps upon her bosom, the blossom that falls from the bough is scarcely more perishing. But nature heard the songs of angels at her birth, and her death will only be when the last trumpet shall be sounded.

Sonnet.

TO COUSIN L

"When friends encircle thee around,
And cast a smile on thee,

By all our love and friendship past,
Oh! still remember me.-L-

Yes, I will think of thee. Can I forget
The playmate of my childhood, the dear friend
Of youthful hours? Oh no, I oft shall send,
When with those left behind in joy I've met,
A glance on memory's page and see thee yet;
And in the festive hall, in hours of glee,
When friends are smiling full of joyfulness,
Then will I think of happiness and thee,

And cherish too, such memories of bliss.
"Our love and friendship," in past hours have been,
To me as sweet as evening dew to flowers;
As pure as star-light beaming on me, when

I see the clear sky in the midnight hours.
And moon nor cloud appear in heaven's gem lit bowers.
Violet Dell, June, 1844.

Sonnet.

TEAR

DEWS.

The sky is curtained round with gloomy clouds
That shut the pleasant sun-shine from our earth;
A misty haze the azure vault enshrouds,
And harsh and grating seem all sounds of mirth;
The flowers weep the absence of the light-
At time like this, or in the hush of night
Look at them, and you find their eyes are wet
With dewy tears, like diamond richly set.
The sun appears again-how glad they smile,
In fond love turning to the god of day,
While kiss his ardent beam the drops away-
Fairer for all the woes they 've felt the while.

A dewy eve tells of a bright to-morrow,

Gleanings-By a Reader-No. 2.

Mocked to Death.--The following interesting story is related by Captain Jesse, in his recent work, entitled "Scenes and Tales of Country Life."

A gentleman of my acquaintance had an American mocking bird, in such health and vigor that it was either constantly singing, or else imitating the various sounds it heard. In order to try the powers of this bird, its owner purchased a fine sky-lark. When placed in the same room with the mocking-bird, the song of the former was heard to echo through the house as if it were chanting on fluttering wing its well-known welcome to the rising sun. The mocking bird was silent for some time, but at last burst forth in the strains of the "ærial songster," but louder and clearer, as if mounting and stretching its wings towards Heaven. The lark was silent from that moment, nor was a joyous note ever heard from it afterwards. Wishing to test the powers of the mocking bird still further, an unusually large price was given for a blackbird, celebrated for its vocal powers.— It was placed in the same room with the mocking-bird; early on the second morning its song was resumed, and its charming notes were warbled forth with all the sweetness and modulations which may be heard in its native thorny brakes. The mocking-bird listened and was silent for some time, then all at once, the blackbird's notes were heard to issue forth, but sweeter and louder than those of the woodland songster. The poor blackbird heard them, felt that it was conquered, remained silent, drooped, pined and died.

Scaffolding for the repairs of Columns, high Chimneys, &c.-Great improvements appear to have been recently made in England and France, in this matter, both as to convenience and expense. At a recent meeting of the Institution of Civil Engineers in London, M. Journet read an account of the scaffolding employed by him for the construction and repair of columns, obelisks and chimneys of great height at Paris, and also the machine used for raising building materials at the Houses of Parliament, the mansions at Albert Gate, Hyde Park, &c. The scaffolding consisted of a simple combination of a number of brackets fixed at regular distances of about five feet apart vertically, upon girdles of chains and screws, braced tight round the column under repair; upon these brackets the platforms were laid; and as the workmen proceeded upwards, the lower brackets were alternately raised to the platforms above where the workmen stood. The progress thus made in forming and taking down a scaffold was stated to be very rapid, with corresponding economy of time and expense; no poles or cords were used and no waste of material occurred. By these means the obelisk of Luxor at Paris was repaired in a very short period at a very small cost. The machine for raising building materials consisted of an endless chain of square open links, the lower end revolving around a driven wheel, and the upper end around a corresponding wheel fixed upon a scaffold at the height of the building. The hods, buckets and baskets

And joy's sun-shine oft bursts through clouds of sorrow. were each furnished with a hook, by which they were Violet Dell, June, 1844.

suspended on the rising side of the chain; and when

Secure the approbation of the aged, and you will en- they arrived at the necessary height, they were taken joy the confidence of the young. off by laborers, and carried to the spot where the mate

rials were to be used; when empty, they were hung upon the descending side of the chain and lowered to be again filled.

Bear's Grease-All the brown, black and white bears in the world would scarcely yield a month's supply of genuine grease for the polar consumption of Great Britain, To “ slaughter a bear" is a by-word among barbers, for opening a bladder of lard.

Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel.

BY LEIGH HUNT.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room, he said,
"What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered "The names of those who love the Lord ?"
"And is mine one ?" said Abou, "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low
But cheerly still, and said, "I
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

pray thee then,

The American Almanac.-Chambers, in one of the May numbers of his Edinburgh Journal, presents his European readers with a "few statistics" gleaned from this work. Among other notable false facts mentioned,

bamboo, about a foot long and three inches thick, having each end firmly closed with rosin. This rude form of package is found quite as serviceable as the iron bottle in which mercury is usually brought; while it is lighter and in every way more convenient for shipment. Specimens were recently shown in the London market and sold at a remunerating price.

Bold Assertions.-What a deal of trouble the gunsmith saves the gallows-maker.

The heart of man has often wept blood, because the eyes of childhood have been spared a tear.

Ill tempers put as many briefs into a lawyer's bag as injustice.

Tax on Murders.-At a late meeting of the Geographical Society in London, a paper on the Regency of Tripoli was read by Col. Warrington, Consul General to that country. He has resided there twenty-seven years, and considers the climate the best in the world. Agriculture is in the most primitive state, the ground is barely scratched by a light plough drawn by a camel, and the grain thrown in; from this, they reap thirty for The revenues of the Regency, at the time the account was written, was about 300,000 dollars, but when the Arabs are at peace, it is much greater. Among the items which compose it, is a tax on murders, producing 30,000 dollars, or about sixty murders at five hundred dollars each.

one.

China in 1843.

The following extract of a letter from China, dated Cushan, May 3, 1843, will be found interesting: are the two following. The State of New-York sends 40 members to the United States House of Representa-force is the worst instrument for destroying the preju"My whole observation has taught me that physical tives, and Ohio owes no State debt and has an overplus revenue!!

Now on recurring to the original, any one may satisfy himself of the cause of these mistakes. It is owing to a carelessness totally unwarrantable in a work, which must necessarily be referred to and depended upon in foreign countries, as a correct standard.

Of a piece with the above, is the statistical table of Medical Schools, p. 193. (We refer to the Almanac for 1814.) The medical graduates of Harvard University are 547, those of Geneva Medical College 53, those of Albany Medical College 13, and those of Berkshire Medical School 473. No note explanatory accompanies these false facts. And foreigners must rely on this book as authority!

dices of the Asiatic. That there is something innate in

mankind to resist force, all history and experience

prove; and I feel satisfied that the last few months of peace have tended much to give the Chinese a more fareckless conduct of the sailors and soldiers on shore, vorable insight into European character. No doubt the their drunkenness, their language, and their quarrelsome propensities when relieved from restraint, cannot raise us in the opinion of the Asiatic; but the Chinese have seen much of the private life of our officers, and what to a Chinaman is almost incomprehensible-their The impartial administration of justice, the patient patience under a banishment from family and country. hearing of complaints, the want of ostentation, the fair payment for supplies, have left their impressions. I also rejoice to think that our views of the Chinese are becoming daily more ameliorated as we mingle and become more acquainted with them. Their character has Quicksilver from China.—This metal, so extensive-been drawn as presented at one point, and that perhaps ly employed in medicine, in the amalgamation of the the least favorable-namely, Canton; and, strange to noble metals, in water gilding, the making of vermilion, say, some of the missionaries have drawn the harshest the silvering of looking-glasses, the filling of barometer judgment. These men of God, carried away by their and thermometer tubes, has hitherto been imported enthusiasm, can see nothing fair in God's people, bechiefly from Spain, Germany and Peru. Now, howev-cause it is their lot to be heathens. Hence one cause of er, there is a prospect of its being obtained from China, our despising the Asiatic, of our treating him as possome of the provinces of which have long been known to yield it in considerable abundance. One of the main novelties in the Chinese import consists in the mode of package, the metal being simply poured into a piece of

The United States' Almanac, edited by John Downes and Freeman Hunt, and which has appeared for two years, is a far more trustworthy work.

sessed of no feeling-as indeed an inferior being, fit only to be governed. I have seen no reason to change my former opiniors-on the contrary, I now lean more to the favorable side of the Chinese character. Their

from the cold, and this is not to be wondered at, considering the bleak northerly winds that prevail with the thermometer sometimes at 12 degrees below the freezing point. The Government have been liberal to them in the gratuitous supply of great coats, blankets, boots, and stockings, and they are all well housed and well rationed. Their greatest privation is their total separation from families and friends. All feel this more or less, but the natives in a higher degree. Still I have not heard of a murmur. Among the Chinese I do not think there has occurred, since I last landed here six months ago, a single instance where the active interference of the civil or military power has been required. No piracy, no robbery, no case of assault. We have been traversing the island singly and in parties; we have visited Ningpo, and various parts of the mainland, times without number-some for pleasure, others for curiosity; but all have met with civility, many with kindness. I spent at Ningpo ten of the most pleasant days I have done.

worst features are perhaps inattention to personal clean-tributed to re-establish the health of the European liness, an universal addiction amongst males and fe- troops. The Seypoys, however, suffered a good deal males to the filthy habit of tobacco smoking, and the cruel practice of compressing the female foot. Still these are not crying sins, and are only hurtful to our prejudices. I have seen or heard nothing of infanticide in this province, however much it may prevail in others, and I suspect its prevalence has been exaggerated. I do not include opium smoking, for that vice they owe to Europeans. Of Chinese officers we have not seen much; but that they are not all so bad, and do not all oppress the people, as some writers would make us believe, a very striking instance has lately come under our notice. This person is Shoo, formerly Governor of Tinghai, and late magistrate of Ningpo. He had been condemned to death by the Emperor for the loss of Tinghai, and for sending to Court false statements of foreign affairs. He was so beloved by the people of Ningpo, that to a man they petitioned for his pardon, and to insure it, subscribed a large sum of money to purchase Court influence. Poor Shoo had been marched to Hang-chan-foo, the capital of the province, to undergo his sentence; but the Lieutenant-Governor listened to the appeal of the people, and Shoo has returned under arrest to Ningpo, there to await the final judgment of His Majesty. We all wish him success, as he has the character of a good and humane man. In proof of the patriarchal character of this Government, I may mention a circumstance, of which I have undoubted proof. All the poor people who have suffered from the late war receive pensions, according to their circumstances, from the public Treasury, until such time as they can recover themselves.

The Philosophy of Life.

We select the following because of its deep and wholesome truth.

"Not all those whom the world calls brave, are

brave. Many a coward has led armies, commanded navies, subdued empires and cities, and lived and lives upon the tongues of men as the bravest of the brave. Many a brave man has worn his tow frock, dug his potatoes, eat his crust, never lived upon men's tongues at all-only lived in himself-and passed away from the "The opium trade flourishes apace, and I have no world as of no account at all to its doings. He is the hesitation in affirming that so certain as ardent spirits bravest man who best learns endurance. He is the prepared the way for the extinction of the simple and greatest coward who most illy submits to the irremevirtuous aborigines of America, so certain is the intro- diable necessities of life, and like a whipped dog, whines duction of opium sapping the foundation of the Chinese at every stroke of misfortune's lash. Life, existence, is empire, hastening the dismemberment and ruin of one-inseparable from suffering. It cannot, nay, it should third of the human family. It is too true that he who has adventured upon a trial of the intoxicating poison, has generally recurred to it, and seldom had power to leave it off. The opium-smoker will sell all, even his children, to gratify the overpowering passion. The greatest calamity that can befall a Chinaman is to be without children. I have met a Chinese gentleman of place, who is married to a young and beautiful woman. He is distressed that he has no family. He is an opium smoker, and although told that this was the cause, so powerful was the hold the drug had over him, that he continues it at the expense of the ruin of his health and happiness. Unless all Europe combine with the heads of the Chinese Government to put down the trade in opium, there can be no hope of its importation being stopped; for seeing that the master of an opium clipper can retire after five years' service with a handsome independence, how many of all nations will be found to enter upon it at every risk! I have troubled you with these remarks, as they are the result of ob-ever spoken of—look at his life as a man-patiently sufservation on the spot, and are given in the confidence of the inability of the Chinese themselves to repress it. "The past winter has been one more than usually mild, but with much cold bracing weather that has con

not be otherwise. The ore must be melted-else how shall we get the fine gold from the dross? The air must be purified. Yet how shall it be done but by storm, thunder and lightning? The rainbow, beautiful as it is-did you ever think?-it is the child of the tempest? It never spans the sky, with its glorious arch, till the storm has gone before. Not a sorrow-not a temptation, not a disappointment dims the eye, besets the heart or weighs down the spirit, but it is for our good —our purification. All are angels of mercy, sent to separate the gold from the dross-to purify the atmosphere, and build over the intellect the magnificent bow of the peace that is born of a faithful endurance of suffering. To suffer is to know, and to suffer bravely like true men, is the highest philosophy. Look upon the portraits of Jesus of Nazareth-such imperfect ones as we have! See how calm endurance, and patient suffering is the prominent characteristic of that noble face and majestic brow. He, the bravest being history has

fering, calmly enduring all that was written for him to suffer, all that was written for him to endure, leaving to history a perfect specimen of man life. Look at Martin Luther, John Knox, and an hundred others that

might be named; brave as lions, these men !--And yet, how much they suffered! how much they endured! They did not bear their lot illy-they did what was set before them to do, like brave and faithful men. They never complained—and yet their lives were a perpetual warfare. They bore well, and they have their reward. "He who yields one moment to the circumstances of life, fortunate or unfortunate; I mean, he who allows circumstances to throw him from his man centre, is a weak fellow-a weak fellow indeed; and he who shrinks and skulks when the rains descend, and the storms beat, is a coward; no less than that; and farther, he who broods and grows sick-hearted, and wrong-headed over his fortunes, and does not when he should, mix with all God's creation,' is a fool. All the mighty struggles of the spirit only reveal its power-bring out its strength and give it prophet-eyes. We wrong the glorious and the god-like within us when we cramp it down to whine and mewl under the lash of a little trial. It would not do so-but we force it. That spirit hath a part in all God's creation,' from the cloud that is under his feet to the flower in the wall. Let it out!-let it out!-and you shall see with this glorious world before it, how little it will grow sad and misanthropic, hypccondriac, and dispeptic.

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on the hill has warred with whirlwinds for an hundred
years, and the breath of its nostrils is no new thing to
its giant arms. In a thousand storms it has grown strong,
and god-like. Its gnarled old heart has become like the
rock, and its arms like steel, and it plays with the
whirlwind, sways its limbs to and fro, and does not care
enough for its strength to defy it! But the other, alas!
it has grown up in the shade-slender and delicate.—
It has passed all its days sheltered and protected by the
surrounding trees, in quiet dalliance with the summer
breeze, and in rocking the tiny wood-bird to sleep in its
arms.
The whirlwind dashes it down like a stalk of
barley. There is no strength in its heart. Think you,
when the Almighty has anything to be done in this
world of his, he chooses your elder-pith men to do it?
No, they are oak-hearted fellows that have been or can
be strengthened in the storms, and made brave and lion
like that he chooses; men who would laugh at a world
in opposition-who have no fear of hatred, scorn, con-
tumely, inquisitions, diets, kings, faggots, and death it-
self.

Who shall say, when he is writhing in the struggles of most acute suffering, for what all that is? Who shall say that the Almighty is not trying him, as in the fire, to see of what sort of stuff he is made? Who shall say that God hath not a great work for somebody to do, and is selecting the instrument from the millions he has made? And who shall say that, at the very moment when in thought even, you waver, the blade snaps in his hands, and he throws you aside, as useless, in that work! Ah! if this be so—and who can say it is notwhat do we lose by momentary and unmanly faltering in the great business of life in this world! I say again we should be thankful for all the trials we meet. They fit us to do something. The old oak-was it tortunate that it was planted upon the hill? The poor tree in the valley is gone! Where shall all the cattle of the field shelter themselves from the sun and the wind? Where shall the birds of the air build their nests? Where?

"God's creation!" live in that, in the great heart of that, like glorious old Will Shakespeare, enduring like a man, all that you meet in living, and then you shall be here to some purpose. Bah! let a trial here and a loss there—a house burned, a horse killed, an office intrigued away from you, or a friend estranged, make you grow sick or old womanish! Get you out into a "God's creation," and be quick for your life! Put on the aspect of a man. Open your eyes and see-your ears and hear, and make the most and the best of everything. I never had any sympathy with those broken-hearted people. I can no more understand than could Ralph Nickleby what is meant by a broken heart. God never breaks hearts; he bends them, he humbles them. He never lays a blow upon any heart that will break it. It is Beneath the arms and in the branches of the brave old against his will that his creatures pine and grow jaun-oak that wrestled so long with the whirlwind that it diced-eyed till they see nothing beautiful or desirable became the master. And if the oak could speak, would in all that he has made till they become dead things, it not be in thankfulness to the struggles that had made having only a name to live. He never laid a blow upon it so strong, and gave it the power to defy the storm, a heart, but that he gave that heart the power to endure and stretch its green arms for a shelter over the flocks it, and meant that it should endure it and be the better of the hills, and raise its branches on high for a resting for it. But we, cowards as we are, give up at the first place to the birds of Heaven? Bear all then, endure lash, and beg, and cry, and say we can't endure it! we all, like a man, for you know not what you may be. must die! Fiddlestick! I have the utmost contempt for such fools. There is not the shadow of a man about

Buttons and Pins.-There are six manufactories of

them! or woman either. A true man allows nothing gilt or metal buttons in the United States, employing a to daunt him, nothing to darken the light that is within capital of $60,000, and about five hundred hands. The him, and whatever fortune he meets he learns to stand annual amount of the buttons manufactured is 750,000. up to them like the eternal hills, immoveable. It is The capital employed in the manufacture of other deonly in this way that he ever becomes true and strong, dead eyed buttons, is not less than $800,000, employing scriptions of buttons, and the various descriptions of and he should be thankful for the vicissitudes that try 2000 persons and affording an annual product of $850,000. and temper his spirit. Think you that splendid weapon with which Saladin clove the pillow, was tempered There are but two manufactories of pins in the Unitwith the heat of new milk, or in the hottest fire ?ed States, both of them make solid headed pins. The Plant two trees-one upon the top of a bald hill, the capital employed is nearly $100,000, and the annual other in the midst of a forest. Let them grow a centu- value of the manufacture is about the same amount. ry. Now clear away the forest, call up the whirlwind, They employ about 100 hands.

and mark which tree endures the longest. The one up- Less judgment than wit, is more sail than ballast.

Summer Fancies - No. 3.

BY ALFRED B. STREET.

heel, blood bounding, cheeks tingling, and, if the truth must be told, nose freezing, wrapped in a sense of the most exquisite delight - why, I fairly dreaded the apBlazing hot! old Sol sends down his arrows burning proach of evening. The sun-set shaping his golden arfrom his furnace. Really, this is melting work, even to chitecture in the west was as hateful to me as a dun to live. The trees are motionless. One or two smooth a debtor. It was a polite invitation to me to return silver clouds just above in the zenith ditto. In the home; and I generally accepted it, for the pond is two south-west horizon is a pile of them sleeping, and in miles from the village and the road gloomy through thick the east a multitude collected, like a fleet of sails in a woods. By the way, Monticello, the village I speak of, calm. All else is glossy, sparkling, deep-blue sky.-is another of my weaknesses. I intend to describe it The black counterfeit of that elm upon the grass, looks one of these days as it appears about four o'clock of a as though some cunning hand had painted it there, so still sleeping summer afternoon. still are the leaves and boughs. The most delicate I would rather not think, however, how my feet achthread of gossamer would fall "plumb" to the ground. ed after I had unbound my skates, or the deadly numbThere is not the quiver of a spray in the elms or horse-ness that then took possession of the muscles about that chesnuts. It seems as though "the pulse of Nature part of the "understanding." That is not so agreeable.

had run down and ceased to beat."

out

The shadows of forgetfulness hide the rest.

After stamping some time upon the snow, my feet would get into walking order. Then, hurrah for the village; threading the black stumps of the clearing, we would pass, "in double quick time," along the road which winds downwards to the right. How beautiful the forests would look from the sunset's charm; aye, even in the depth of Winter's sternest reign. What a glow in the heart of the old wood. The snow would blush into delicate ruby. The top of each hemlock was not, like the rest of the tree, made of dingy weather-beaten foliage! No. The genii of the hour had there substituted a cap of the richest gold. In other places they had thrown in hand-fulls of sunshine, so as to deck the gaunt boughs for a brief space with "fruits of the Hesperides" and to create the momentary delusion that the laurels had got a queer habit of wearing their gorgeous pink flowers in December as well as June. There was a profusion of diamonds too flashing all over the snow wherever a stray beam splintered. The minute crystals were dazzling. And hark! from the far swamp out came the wolf's long melancholy howl; a preparatory clearing of the throat for the midnight serenade.

Memory avoids that. Mimosa-like it shrinks from the Well! they may talk of the fierce heat of the Equa- touch of every thing harsh. It is its most beautiful tor, where it fairly reddens the air, and where beneath quality. Memory is as the sweet azure that rests upon it the aloe that with us marks centuries by its flow- the far landscape. All angles, and inequalities, rugged ers, goldens every five or six years; I think the sun-fire surfaces and cold raw repulsive features, are hidden, and of to-day will match it, or any thing else short of the melted into a glow of dreamy delicious beauty. The breath of a furnace. Oh, ye shadowy woods! Oh, ye grassy knolls, the fragrant nooks — the limpid waters cool grassy hollows! Oh, mountains black with man- and blossoming boughs of each past scene alone start tling leaves! Oh, pleasant hill-sides casting broad ex-into sight as the sunbeam of memory strikes over it. panse of shade as the sun stoops in the west! Oh, alder darkened streams! how your enchantments "stand from the mental canvass. Buz, buz-the wings of insects in those cool dark places; gurgle, gurgle — the laugh of the stream over its glittering pebbles; tap, tap -the hammer of the wood-pecker on the maplestem black with shadow. The wall of my room disappears; in its place is a brook with clumps of willows and thickets of alder. In its broadest part with an emerald roof made by the locked branches, there is a group of cattle standing knee-deep. Is'nt that comfort — old line-back stands there as composedly as though there was not a fly in the universe, and as for milk-pails she scorns the thought. Brindle too, with his red back fleckered with a straggling ray of sunshine; why, he would rather have a galled side forever with the privilege of the stream, than a whole skin and trudge at the plough as he did all day yesterday. There is a certain pond too, as it is generally about Christmas time, that comes before my eye. Clad in its icy mail, dark, smooth and lustrous, e'er a snow-flake has whitened it, it gleams before me. Pleasant pond, most beautiful of basins, I mean thee! How often have I launched away on thy glassy bosom, feeling perfect rapture in the glide of the skate. And then "crossing the line." A great play that. Such "going ahead," and scattering, and wheeling and turning and chasing and dodging, and pitching, and falling and head-bumping and stars-seeing! Bless my soul! how we youngsters did "walk into" that sport. How vividly this lovely expanse of water is painted on my memory. There is the outlet, with its dark hemlock woods. There is the high gracefully sloping hill at the north - there is the western bank leaning gradually with its meadows and orchards to the brink, and the southern clearings brightening up every year into grass and grain-fields. That, however, is its summer aspect. Well, as I was saying, how often have I skimmed over its surface, winged like Mercury at the

I mentioned June a few lines back, and that brings me again to where I started heat, heat, heat. Still my mind flies off again to Pleasant Pond — not now, however, arrayed in gleaming ice, but with its cool blue sparkling surface rippling to the breeze. And this puts me in mind of the summer baths I have so often enjoyed in its bosom. We'll suppose it to be about six o'clock in the afternoon of a hot sultry day.

"Come fellows, let's go to the Pond and have a swim." "Agreed."

Well, we turn the corner at the "stone store" and trudge along up the hill, fields upon either side. We pass the bluff to the left, and still go winding up until we reach the crest of the eminence. Here the woods ommence and the road winds downwards. Turning,

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