258 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



And through the clearer air comes to 

 me a soft little blossom of the Edelweiss, 

 plucked close to the snow on the Breithorn, 

 a fortnight ago. Yes, perhaps it is pecul 

 iar ; but it is nevertheless a brave survivor 

 of &quot;the slings and arrows of outrageous 

 fortune,&quot; and though it may come from the 

 very shadow of the eternal snows, I am sure 

 it brings to me a little warmth of kindly 

 human feeling in its heart. 



SEPTEMBER 6, 1894. 



