The Rescue of an Old Place 



robed trees. Over all domes a blue sky 

 streaked with faint white cirrus clouds, 

 only the azure reflected in the placid 

 stream below. 

 A picture An impressionist alone could catch this 



txquisite, . 



butevantt- fleeting beauty of early May to-day one 

 thing, to-morrow another and fix it eter- 

 nally upon his canvas. The tender grace 

 of early spring, and the glowing glory of 

 autumn are alike evanescent and wonder- 

 ful expressions on this smiling meadow 

 face. Like a dream, this hint of ineffable 

 beauty melts away, and the impression 

 gives place to a reality of vivid green field 

 and dark blue water, which wilf make but 

 a pleasant inland landscape until the Au- 

 gust sun burnishes it into ruby and gold, 

 and makes it once more a vision for a 

 painter. 



The exquisite must perforce be evanes- 

 cent, that no touch of commonness may 

 mar its distinction. "The tender grace 

 of a day that is dead" haunts many a 

 spot, otherwise tame enough, with a mem- 

 ory and a knowledge of its capabilities, 

 that make it forever dear and beautiful to 

 him who has seen it under that enchant- 

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