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morning than those of a cooking-room where the mois- 

 ture is precipitated so rapidly upon them as to mar their 

 arrangement. 



There is no season or month without its peculiar beau- 

 ties. They are distilled like dew from heaven, and cover 

 all places. They are scattered over the greensward in 

 spring and summer, upon the forest in autumn, and in 

 winter they are spread over the earth with the whiteness 

 of snow and precipitated in frost upon the trees and upon 

 our window-panes. At all times and seasons may we look 

 upon these wonders and beauties that attract our sight in 

 the least as well as the greatest operations of the Invisible 

 Artist. 



