MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



be spent in cosy snuggling on my shoul- 

 ders. 



My room commanded a view of the river, 

 of wide meadow stretches and of a back- 

 ground of hills, behind one of which the 

 mid-winter sun sets. It was ever a joy to 

 me to watch the variations of the glowing 

 colors that, for one brief interval, made of 

 every bare, desolate tree on the hill-top a 

 glorious burning bush: a bearer of an awe- 

 inspiring message! 



To the little nature-lovers on my shoul- 

 ders the solemn influences of the hour must 

 have appealed keenly. Their innocent 

 hearts were ever in tune. The beings of 

 what we are pleased to term " the lower 

 creation/' have ears to hear much from 

 which our worldliness and dulness cut us 

 off. 



Yet many a weary wood-hauler found 

 time to stop and gaze at the transfigured 



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