MAY. Ill 



clining sun casts a beautiful sheen upon the tender leaves 

 of the forest, and while thousands of birds are chanting, 

 in full chorus, from an overflow of those delightful sensa- 

 tions that fill the hearts of all creatures who worship 

 Nature in her own temples and do obedience to her be- 

 neficent laws. I would lead him to a commanding view 

 of this lovely prospect, that he may gaze awhile upon 

 those scenes which he has so often admired on the 

 canvas of the painter, displayed here in all their living 

 beauty. While the giles are wafting to his senses the 

 fragrance of the surrounding groves and orchards, and the 

 notes of the birds are echoing all around in harmonious 

 confusion, I would point out to him the neat little cot- 

 tages which are dotted about like palaces of content in 

 all parts of the landscape. I would direct his attention 

 to the happy laborers in the field, and the neatly dressed, 

 smiling, ruddy, and playful children in their green and 

 flowery enclosures and before the open doors of the cot- 

 tages. I would then ask him if he is still ignorant of the 

 cause of his own unhappiness, or of the abundant sources 

 of enjoyment which Nature freely offers for the participa- 

 tion of all her creatures. 



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