The Rescue of an Old Place 



to advantage, but to that excitement will 

 possibly succeed the calm enjoyment of 

 those who sit under the tree they have 

 planted, and partake of the fruits of their 

 own vine. 



As we look up to-day to the trees, upon 

 whose tops we could look down three 

 years ago, we begin to realize the profit of 

 our labors, and to feel that we may even 

 live to take pride in them. The birds which 

 sing in their branches, and build their nests 

 among the twigs, thank us sweetly for the 

 shelter thus provided, though their harmo- 

 nious chatter adds to the precariousness 

 of a morning nap. The shrubs expand 

 with vigor, the flowers we have planted 

 flaunt gayly, the vines are climbing to the 

 roof-tree. The spot not long ago so deso- 

 late and unpromising is now sheltered and 

 verdant. The dull red walls of the house 

 have taken on a mantle of green, as it 

 begins to nestle into the shadow of the 

 upreaching branches, that will erelong 

 overtop its chimneys. The raw freshness 

 has largely disappeared, the new place is 

 melting into the old, and in a few years 

 more people will have forgotten, as they 

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