FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. II 



find the brightness of the lemon glow in 

 the west, when I emerged from the shad 

 owy aisles of the wood, while on the other 

 side of me the flame-coloured leaves of the 

 sassafras and the light yellow garments of 

 the hickories and birches, relieved against 

 their darker brethren, seemed the fore 

 runners of another day. 



Passing along the road, here and there 

 a warm breath from across the drier grass 

 clove the cool, damp air of the gathering 

 twilight ; the glow on the sky changed 

 from lemon to deep orange, against which 

 the hills rested in nearly black masses ; the 

 glow narrowed, and above it in surprising 

 brilliancy shone the evening star like a 

 glittering gem, while in front rose our 

 lovely tapering church spire, of which we 

 are proud, that familiar finger post of 

 the Christian world which we all love what 

 ever be the peculiarities of our various 

 theories. 



OCTOBER 7, 1893. 



