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The Silent Energy of Nature. — Her Workshops. — Her Joub- 



NETMEN. 



It is a pleasant thing to rise mtL. the early dawn, 

 on the shores of one of these beautiful lakes, and 

 watch the departure of the stars as they disappear, one 

 after another, from the sky ; to see the twilight fading 

 as it were into day ; to see the spectral and sombre 

 shadows of the forest vanish away, the clustering trees, 

 that stood like so many ghosts solemn and moveless 

 in the darkness, assuming form and shape ; to hear 

 voice after voice, of the hundred that belong to the 

 morning, waking from the stillness of nature's repose, 

 and see the brightness of the perfect day, spreading its 

 glories abroad over all the earth. 



On this island, we noticed a variety of beautiful 

 wild flowers. The rose, blossoming from its short 

 bush, that sent its roots among the moss, and drew its 



