300 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



ever finding new beauties to rejoice in 

 and more simple marvels to wonder at. I 

 trust that I shall continue to wander into 

 new paths this many a day, and I am sure 

 that 1 shall not exhaust them, for their 

 name is legion. But over yonder is a moun 

 tain of which I shall never see the other 

 side. It is my Carcassone. I am sure 

 that this mountain conceals wonderful 

 things. I think that there I should find 

 the happy valley for which weary men so 

 long have sought. But I shall not explore 

 the recesses of this valley. I shall con 

 tinue, I hope, year after year to look up to 

 the summit of the mountain and picture the 

 wonders that the valley contains, and the 

 joys of those that dwell therein, and I shall 

 marvel at those wonders, and luxuriate in 

 those joys so long as I live. The valley 

 shall be to me the valley of dreams. 



October is painting the drop curtain, and 

 upon the JEolian harp at the window the 

 freshening breeze is singing the swan song 

 of the waning year. And thinking of the 

 days that are lately gone, of the new friend 

 ships that have come into being, never, I 

 am sure, to be ended, and of the purer and 

 truer thoughts that have come out of the in 

 most life of Nature; touching with a caress- 



