Werdirvj Their Way 



er Courjea 



.HE grove is aglow with crimson 

 and gold, for autumn has reached 

 the zenith of its beauty ; but let 

 us make the most of this wonderful hour, for 

 the decline is at hand. There can be no tarry- 

 ing on Transfiguration Mounts. 



See the burnished lights of that beautiful cop- 

 per beach and the crimson tints of this grand old 

 oak. Here stands a golden maple dashed with 

 scarlet, and there one in robes of flame with 

 touches of gold. Is it with a view of emphasiz- 

 ing the beauties of each of these autumn glories 

 that nature has allowed this intermediate maple 

 to retain its midsummer color and vigor ? 



Last night, when the moonlight bathed the 

 grove as the sunshine floods it now, there was 

 vouchsafed to those who trod these transfigured 

 paths the sight of such a radiance as, in the days 



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