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of young beeches wliicli cast their shadows 

 on tlie pathway leading to the depth of the 

 rarely-trodden valley. On either side the 

 streamlet's course, grow the golden saxi- 

 frage, and wild white sorrel, earliest children 

 of the year ; companions often of the prim- 

 rose and the snowdrop, the cowslip and wild 

 hyacinth. GUmpses, however distant and 

 often vanishing, of scenes and objects en- 

 deared by remembrances associated with the 

 kindhest feelings of our nature, will ever 

 rise upon the mind more vividly, perchance, 

 when the every- day occurrences of life are 

 no longer blended with the harmonies or 

 sublimities of nature. In proportion as 

 sweet and soothing pictures of green and 

 pastoral valleys, bright flowers, and gushing 

 waters are no longer present to the view, 

 does that " inward eye which is the bliss of 

 solitude,"* open on the miseen beauties of 

 ♦ Wordsworth. 



