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gers, and both prophesy the first snow- 

 fall. 



There is also a look in the sky, a feel- 

 ing in the air, and a minor song in the 

 tree-tops that make you turn up your 

 coat collar and say, " Well, I guess you 

 were right, little prophets. We will 

 wait and see what the morning will 

 bring." 



How chaste and pure is the first fall of 

 snow. We dreaded its coming, but now 

 it is here we are all glad. How it covers 

 the naked scarred spots in the green- 

 sward, until you would not know that the 

 breast of nature bore a single wound. 



Before this snow came it seemed bit- 

 terly cold and cheerless, but this warm 

 white blanket has put all things right. 

 Even the dead weeds, whose seared heads 

 show above the spotless purity, look con- 

 tented. There is lace-work upon every 



