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the attics, presses, ponderous bureaus, and huge 

 cedar chests m stately ancient houses. Dr. Hohiies 

 said this aromatic odor reminded him of the great 

 Pyramid and mummied Pharaohs, the asphodels of 

 heaven and other of the things that cannot die. 



Great saucy bluejays and late-staying robins rest 

 and preen on gra}^ stone walls, in the chinks of which 

 mosses and little ferns grow, and along which runs a 

 wealth of red Virginia creeper. But what of color 

 yet lingers on wood and pasture land, in clear blue 

 skies and along the edges of the ponds that reflect 

 them, cannot cheat us into a fancy that they will not 

 soon all be locked in ice or buried in snow. Nature 

 is making ready for her rest. We shall hear from 

 her lips the old answer : 



" Trouble me not, for the door is now shut and my 

 children are with me in bed. I cannot rise and give 

 thee." 



