2(3o FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



and heavy air, and startling crickets and 

 katydids from their monotonous and unend 

 ing conversations, while the occasional glow 

 worm by the roadside, in proportion to his 

 weight, outdoes the giant in his illumination. 

 Polyphemus is here, for weal or for woe. 

 When man makes a scar on the hillside, 

 a great grey or brown scar, where sand and 

 pebbles and clay drift down in ridges, and 

 the rain water cuts channels between, after 

 a while along come the moss and the cinque- 

 foil, the chatnomile, the asters, and the 

 golden-rod, and then the white birches, and 

 heal the scar and clothe it and bring it back 

 into harmony with nature as a part of the 

 land of the living. Perhaps, somehow, this 

 blot which marks our pristine freshness may 

 be turned to wholesome uses, and the path 

 of the monster may yet be embroidered 

 with flowers of the Spirit. 



SEPTEMBER 6, 1894. 



