FARM PENCILLINGS AT LAKESIDE. 



A S we sit in the shade of the trees on the shore 

 "^^ of 'the beautiful Kenoza at Lakeside, we take 

 our pencil and put upon paper the thoughts upon 

 nature, rural life, agriculture, horticulture, etc., 

 which naturally come to us while thus at rest and 

 alone. We are not quite alone, however, for we 

 have the pleasant company of the birds and squir- 

 rels that flutter and chirp about us. How beautiful 

 is this scene upon this glorious June morning ! 

 The lake shimmers and sparkles in the light, as the 

 sun climbs the opposite hills and pours its slanting 

 rays through the rich foliage upon the peaceful 

 waters. The sky is of the deepest blue, and the 

 earth is carpeted with the intensest green. Wild 

 flowers are scattered in profusion everywhere ; the 

 buttercups and the dandelions, with their tints of 

 yellow blending with the green, give to the land- 

 scape a richness of coloring which no painter can 

 imitate. The drops of dew, not yet dissipated by 

 the warmth of the sun, rest upon the grass and the 

 shrubs, and glisten like the purest gems. The 

 transparent waters of the lake afford to the eye a 

 clear look into its depths, and its pebbly bottom 



