40 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



desire to see how the wood looked in win 

 ter. She started alone, and had travelled 

 some distance from the house before she 

 realized what she had undertaken. The 

 weather was mild, and the snow was up 

 to her knees ; but she struggled on, becom 

 ing hotter and hotter, but fearing to stop 

 for a moment to rest. The work became 

 heavier and heavier as her strength dimin 

 ished ; she was a mile from shelter, and 

 discomfort gradually gave place to alarm 

 and something approaching terror. There 

 was nothing to be done but to struggle on 

 through that unending lonely waste, which 

 yet ended at last, when, completely ex 

 hausted, she found herself again under a 

 friendly roof. And how did the wood look 

 in winter ? Alas ! she had to confess to 

 her sisters that she not seen the wood 

 through which she had made her way ; the 

 burden of the walk had been much too 

 great. 



We see what our minds are fixed upon, 

 and we consciously see little else. Occa 

 sionally, I think, visions come back to us 

 of scenes which we luive not noticed at the 

 time, which have yet in some way recorded 

 themselves upon the tablets of the mind. 

 But ordinarily we see and hear that with 



