72 THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
‘“‘cong-ka-rees,” in the thickets of button-bush (Cephal/- 
anthus occidentalis, L.), where the river in its sluggish 
course embraces the little islets. The chirping of myriad 
insects adds to the ceaseless hum which attends the on- 
ward march of summer. 
The gates of life are now opened wide and the za 
Estiva is crowded with the gay throng that fills its 
every nook and corner and yet moves steadily forward 
to the accompaniment of Nature’s music, the song of 
birds, the rippling of innumerable brooks, the murmur- 
ing of the wind among the branches, and the muttering 
of rabies leaves. 
There have been many famous processions in the 
world’s history, the story of which, where preserved, 
the world loves to linger over. In the mind’s eye we 
can still see Solomon, accompanied by the elders of 
Israel and all the heads of the tribes, the chief of the 
fathers of the children of Israel, going down to the city 
of David, which is Zion, to bring the ark of the covenant 
of the Lord, with the sound of trumpets and cymbals, 
unto Jerusalem, to the great and magnificent temple 
which he had there builded. Lilies still bloom in the 
fields of Palestine and they, too, have their glory. We 
seem to hear the Great Teacher, as He sits on the 
mountain side, saying to the multitude: ‘Consider 
the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, 
neither do they spin; and yet Solomon in all his glory 
