410 EUKAL LIFE IN NEW ENGLAND. 



that cluster upon the old rocks, resembling a flight of 

 rustic steps down to the fountain below. 



When the farmer's daughter steps out, with her sisters, 

 under the shade of trees or upon the green slope that 

 fronts the homestead, no princess was ever more devoutly 

 attended by all the lovely ministrants of nature. The 

 gales shed around her path the incense of roses and hon- 

 eysuckles, twining over the rustic porch, of lilies in the 

 garden, and lilacs in the nook of the enclosure. Wild 

 flowers, undaunted by the simple art that prevails in these 

 rustic grounds, creep boldly up to the very doorstep, 

 stealing away from the wild growth that fringes the way- 

 side. And she who treads these paths may not envy the 

 princess who watches the streams from marble fountains, 

 and breathes the incense of the tropics under the roof of 



