Memories 



Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round 



the board, 

 Answering England's royal missive with a firm "Thus saith 



the Lord," 



Rise again for home and freedom! set the battle in array! 

 What the fathers did of old time we their sons must do 



to-day. 



Very different from the majestic pine was a 

 little larch-tree, under which I often sat while 

 watching the deer. As I came down the trail, 

 after a year's absence, it would seem to lift its 

 head and step forth from all the other larches, 

 calling out cheerily: "Welcome once more! And 

 why so long away? See, here is your old place 

 waiting." And drawing aside the delicate 

 branches, I would find the seat of dry moss and 

 springy boughs, the back-rest, the open window 

 with its drapery of lace, everything just as I had 

 left it. 



Near this sociable young larch stood its dead 

 ancestor, grim and silent, which the moths had 

 killed; and this, too, seemed different from all 

 other trees living or dead. On sunny days it 

 threw a straight shaft of shadow over my blind; 

 and the shadow moved along the ground from 

 west to east, telling the creeping hours like a sun- 

 dial. At the tip of the lofty stub a short branch 

 thrust itself out at a right angle, and this served 



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