Utility versus Beauty 



so soon do, the former conditions, and 

 will cease to realize the importance of the 

 changes made. 



The beauty of stately expanses, of deep 

 solitudes, of extensive lawns, and broad 

 park-like spaces, we can never attain, but 

 travelers on the village highway will look 

 kindly through the overarching trees and 

 say, " A pleasant home is there, and a fair 

 outlook on a quiet scene." 



Already the Willows of the boundary Summer 

 stretch up to hide us from the rear. The 

 Pines are showing dark once more, against 

 the hill sunbrowned by the September 

 sun. Yellow leaves are shining on the 

 Elms and Birches, and the shrill wind 

 streaks the green grass with bright-hued 

 foliage, torn from the Maple boughs. The 

 gay-colored blossoms of autumn flowers 

 gleam from the shrubberies, and the low- 

 declining sun casts long shadows across 

 the turf. Soon will a nipping frost bestrew 

 the lawn with wrecks of summer glory; 

 the birds are gathering for their southern 

 flight ; the year is past its prime. A few 

 short weeks of hectic color, and then 

 the end, the sleep, the long dull silence of 

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