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tints, some new and jirresting congregation of field- 

 flowers. 



It is too much, perhaps, to say of any place that 

 it is 



"The only point where human hliss stands still, 

 And tastes the good without the fall to ill." 



But if such eulogy ever were permissible it would 

 be so of Champex and her flower-strewn fields 

 and slopes in May and June and early in July. 

 In any case, we may unquestionably allow ourselves 

 to quote further of Pope's lines and say that, amid 

 these fields, if anywhere, we are able to 



" Grasp the whole world of reason, life, and sense, 

 In one close system of benevolence." 



Like Elizabeth of " German Garden " fame, we 

 English love, and justly love, our " world of 

 dandelions and delights." We find our meadows 

 transcend all others, and, in them — still like 

 Elizabeth — we " forget the very existence of every- 

 thing but . . . the glad blowing of the wind across 

 the joyous fields." But in this pride there is room, 

 I feel sure, for welcome revelation. I can imagine 

 few things that would more increase delight in a 

 person familiar only with English meadows than 

 to be suddenly set down among the fields of the 



