My First Summer 



morning, like flies in a spider's web, and had 

 to be helped out. Carlo found them and tried 

 to drive them from the trap by the easiest 

 way. How far above sheep are intelligent 

 dogs! No friend and helper can be more 

 affectionate and constant than Carlo. The 

 noble St. Bernard is an honor to his race. 



The air is distinctly fragrant with balsam 

 and resin and mint, every breath of it a 

 gift we may well thank God for. Who 

 could ever guess that so rough a wilderness 

 should yet be so fine, so full of good things. 

 One seems to be in a majestic domed pavil- 

 ion in which a grand play is being acted 

 with scenery and music and incense, all 

 the furniture and action so interesting we 

 are in no danger of being called on to en- 

 dure one dull moment. God himself seems 

 to be always doing his best here, working 

 like a man in a glow of enthusiasm. 



Ju?ie 21. Sauntered along the river-bank 

 to my lily gardens. The perfection of 



beauty in these lilies of the wilderness is a 



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