234 PREPARING FOR WINTER QUARTERS. 



The frosts of autumn therefore do not mean 

 death. They merely put Nature to rest when 

 her proper bedtime comes, and winter soon 

 after tucks her away under a fleecy blanket till 

 the call of spring awakens. 



But when disease attacks tree or plant, they 

 may die even in the midst of spring showers 

 and summer sunshine. It is sin, not death, that 

 destroys man. All that death need mean is 

 sleep, and a change for the better. 



Sleep then, my garden ! I know you will 

 awaken, like some dear friends whose eyes I 

 have seen closed, and their bodies, like the 

 precious seed, covered deeply in the grave. 



