IS6 TREES IN UNDRESS. 



lingers amidst the twigs and smaller branches. 

 Upon a thousand hills, and up the valleys, regi- 

 ments and brigades of stately sylvan giants, as if 

 possessed with living spirits, are marching, sway- 

 ing their arms and clapping their hands for joy, 

 and flinging out their colors against the azure 

 walls for the summer's campaign. 



