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every wayside, its cloisters are in every solitude, 

 its altars are every mountain. The hum of in- 

 sects, the singing of birds, the rippling flow of 

 streams, the rush and roar of cataracts, the 

 whisperings of the tree-tops, the thunderings 

 that shake the earth, the deep and powerful 

 diapason of the grand old ocean, these all blend 

 and are its magnificats and jubilates. He 

 whose heart is touched and soul thrilled and 

 filled is a willing worshipper, taking in purity 

 and beauty, and putting on power. God has 

 many avenues of approach to the palatial spirit 

 of man and many ways of satiating his deep 

 spiritual longings. 



The attractiveness of our garden is not a re- 

 mittent trait, it is perennial. Its extra charm 

 begins in the early spring and lasts through all 

 the blossoming and fruiting year, and through 

 all the winter as well; for the winter has its 

 peculiar pleasures and delights, and beauty 

 forms an endless pastime. I never saw so 

 much real beauty in the winter time as in this 

 last one. What delicate frost tracery, what 

 exquisite snowflakes taking on all possible 

 forms of crystallization. How gray and leaden 

 and chilly the sky, how fitful and gusty the 

 wind, how biting the cold. Yes, but master it 

 as the boys do and it grows genial and con- 



