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to us again lulling us to sleep — the sweetest lullaby, 

 sure precursor of happy dreams. 



Grassmere, July 13. 

 '' Right, Perry ! " Off for Keswick, only twelve 

 miles distant ; but who wants to hurry away from 

 scenes like these ? It rained heavily through the night, 

 but this morning is grand for us. The mist was on the 

 mountains though, and the clouds passed slowly over 

 them, wrapping the tops in their mantle. The numer- 

 ous rills dashing down the bare mountains were the 

 themes of much praise. They reminded me of two fine 

 verses from the " Light of Asia " upon " Being's cease- 

 less tide," 



" Which, ever-changing, runs, linked like a river 

 By ripples following ripples, fast or slow — 

 The same, yet not the same — from far-off fountains 



To where its waters flow 

 Into the seas. These steaming to the sun, 



Give the lost wavelets back in cloudy fleece 

 To trickle down the hills, and glide again ; 

 Knowing no pause or peace." 



We seem to be miraculously protected from rain. 

 Many times it has poured during the night, and yet 

 the days have been perfect. " Carnegie weather " be- 

 gins to be talked about, and we are all disposed to 

 accept the inference that the fair goddess Fortune has 

 fallen deep in love with us, since Prosperity seems to be 

 our page during this journey. 



