414 JANUARY. 



in winter, wheresoever we turn, we find a tlioiisand pleas- 

 ant recompenses for our privations. The Naiad still sits 

 by her fountain, at the foot of the valley, distributing her 

 favors to the husbandman and his flocks ; and the echoes 

 still repeat tlieir voices from the summits of the hills and 

 send them over the plains, with multiplied reverberations, 

 to cheer the hearts of all living creatures. 



