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Cbapel Street. 



Or, we may take the Beech Hill road to Westminster, and, on the 

 right, enter an abandoned road that plnnges at once into brush and 

 brier, where the tall grass reaches to the carriage. On a low rise of 

 land fronting the shining rails of the railroad, are the cellar-holes of 

 several buildings, with fruit trees run wild around them. Cherries 



hang ripe and red on the 

 trees ; lilac bushes, luxuri- 

 ant in their a1)andonment, 

 flaunt their colors on either 

 side above tlie cellar, where 

 the decaying timbers are 

 overrun willi raspberries, 

 the fruit large, rich and 

 tempting. But when we 

 learn the story of the place, 

 we rememlier with regret. 

 Many years ago this was 

 a thriving New England 

 farm, with sons and daugh- 

 ters around the hearthstone 

 looking forward to life's 

 blessings. To this house- 

 hold disease suddenly came 

 — a foul and loath.some disease that struck down one after another, and 

 drove in horror every friend and neighbor from them. The father, 

 taken ill, died of small-pox, and was hastily buried on the farm itself. 

 The house became as if accursed. Provisions were brought only to 

 the wall down the road. Im- 

 agine, if you can, the last sad 

 scene of this pitiful history, 

 when the mother, alone with 

 her sick, in her sorrow and 

 almost broken by the strain of 

 her weeks of watching, stood 

 all one night by the bedside of her dying child. Then she went away 

 forever. So the buildings were left to decay, with a horror attached, 

 that for years has kept all human kind away from them, leaving the 

 lonely graves to grow each passing year more loneh', — 



Wild Calla. 



Andalusite Crystals. 



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