44 THROUGH LEAFY PATHS. 



and back-stair retreats. A warbler, flying into a 

 thick-leaved maple or bee.cih for safety, is as com- 

 pletely concealed as the loon that dives in the 

 lake. In the early spring, it is curious to see the 

 sparrows, feeding in the open field, instinctively 

 take to the bare trees and bushes along the bor- 

 ders, for protection ; their habit of flying to their 

 natural hiding-places has become so strongly fixed. 

 Yet, if they stopped to consider, they would be 

 more effectually hidden in the russet stubble lands. 

 How interesting now is the ceremony of the 

 woods, and how inspiring to worship in "the 

 temple not made with hands." "Let us open 

 morning service by reading the leaves," says the 

 hairy woodpecker, as he gives a few taps upon a 

 beechen trunk. Immediately a rustling is heard 

 among the oaks and maples, as in the congre- 

 gation when the minister announces a hymn. 

 The pines and hemlocks wave their branchlets in 

 perfect time, as they sing in undertones. The 

 brook plays the organ, and the thrushes, as they 

 flit through the aisles, chant psalms in mellow 

 voices : _ 



" The things that be 



Are verily 



More than — more than — you see." 



It is a large auditorium and there are many 

 pleasant vestibules, chancels and cloisters, with 



