4 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



whence cometh my help,&quot; in all their glory 

 and mystery. And marshalled in mighty 

 hosts, the great clouds, majestic in form 

 and magnificent in colour, sometimes vast 

 piles of snow, and then deep-toned, sombre 

 masses, march across the heavens, and anon 

 the hills are shrouded as with a veil, a sud 

 den gust of wind passes down the valley, 

 and the rain drops, in serried files, are driven 

 across the fields. And then the sun breaks 

 through in the west and dazzles my eyes, 

 and as my neighbour calls from the adjoining 

 orchard, I turn eastward, and behold a per 

 fect bow, which, resting at both ends upon 

 the earth between me and my own woodland, 

 spans the site of the future home. Shall I, 

 just for this once, be a trifle superstitious, 

 and accept the token as a welcome harbin 

 ger of the better days that are to be ? 



APRIL 24, 1894. 



