BEKKY-TIME FELICITIES 



** Anice and subtle happiness, I see, 

 Thou to thyself proposest." 



Melton. 



Once more I am in old Franconia, and in 

 a new season. Witli aU my visits to the 

 New Hampshire mountains, I have never 

 seen them before in August. I came on the 

 last day of July, — a sweltering journey. 

 That night it rained a little, hardly enough 

 to lay the dust, which is deep in all these 

 valley roads, and the next morning at break- 

 fast time the mercury marked fifty-seven 

 degrees. All day it was cool, and at night 

 we sat before a fire of logs in the big chim- 

 ney. The day was really a wonder of clear- 

 ness, as well as of pleasant autumnal tem- 

 perature ; an exceptional mercy, calling for 

 exceptional acknowledgment. 



After brealifast I took the Bethlehem 

 road at the slowest pace. The last time I 



