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warlike instruments shall be converted into implements 

 of husbandry, and men shall learn war no more ? 



The scenery around Springfield is extremely beauti- 

 ful. A few minutes' walk, and you pass smiling fields 

 decked with verdure, and beautiful gardens containing 

 almost every variety of fruit grown in a tropical 

 climate. You still walk on, admiring the lovely 

 plumage and listening to the sweet notes of the 

 warblers of the grove, until you find yourself on the 

 brink of the Connecticut river, where you behold the 

 finny tribes frisking and sporting on its sparkling 

 waters. A walk in another direction brings you to 

 what is called the Hill ; this is the most beautiful part 

 of the place. Here you enter a broad and elegant 

 street lined with private residences, in front of some 

 of which is a spacious lawn, in the centre of which is 

 a fountain with its waters in full play. The lawn is 

 laid out with gravel walks, shaded with trees of the 

 most magnificent fofiage, interspersed with rose trees, 

 and other flowering plants. 



Last night (July 5th,) was the most awful and 

 terrific night I ever witnessed. At six o'clock it 

 commenced thundering and lightning ; the lightning 

 was in the zig-zag form — a form in which it is never 

 seen in Newfoundland. About nine o'clock it was 



