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pale yellow. But where in all Nature is there such a red 

 as the vermilion berries of the rowan-tree, or mountain- 

 ash, the sorbier des oiseaux ? There are such prodigal 

 quantities of it, too ! I know a little village churchyard, 

 with a tiny old gray church, and just along the wall 

 there grows a row of rowan-trees that look like the 

 trees in the garden of Aladdin when the fire of sunset 

 is upon them ; and there is a place near a mountain 

 village where the road winds between an avenue of 

 them, a sight to see in the autumn ! 



