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tional. See listen! there is the Allegro motif, 

 the bobolinks and twittering swallows carrying the 

 theme, while the very grass marks the rhythm as it 

 blows to and fro. One must be deaf and 

 blind not to hear and al- 

 most see the music that 

 expresses it all." 



"Yes," I said, "it 

 is music and paint- 

 ing as well, a perfect land- 

 scape, its horizon hidden in 

 sea-mist, inland boundaries 

 of Oak woods for contrast, 

 and every flower and leaf in 

 it as much a part of the 

 whole, and as dependent for 

 full meaning upon the com- 

 plement of surroundings, as 

 are the separate notes of a 

 glorious chord." 



In middle July we were again in the back country, 

 and resting from the noon heat under some great 

 Sugar Maples which, as they so often do, topped a 

 road-bank, standing like a stately grenadier guard, 

 exactly so many paces apart, in regions where there 



