A SUMMER DRIVE IN THE LAKE COUNTRY. 939 
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Two sweltering nights and one day of hard work was 
enough for us at Watkins. It was a hot morning in 
which we undertook to “do the Glen, ” andlong before 
night the undertaking was cause for repentance. Boys 
and girls and happy lovers may enjoy the silvery cas- 
cades, the leaping falls, the pearling pools and gray 
rocks with hanging moss, the cool, dark recesses, with 
only glimpses of the blue sky, seen through rifts of over- 
hanging rocks. They may enjoy the climbing up and 
the crawling down. Very likely they do, and they are 
quite welcome totherustic bridges, the shady foot-paths, 
and the interminable flights of slippery stairs. The 
Glen is picturesque, grand, sublime. It is a wonderful 
work of nature, and it has had the assistance of art. I 
left it with deep regrets—regret that I carried away a 
headache, a rheumatic leg, and a lame back as the tro- 
phies of the day’s toilsome explorations. 
It was pleasant to again be on the road, especially as 
a refreshing rain during the night had laid the dust 
and cooled the air, which was freighted with the odors 
of growing things. To the languid incense from milk- 
weeds and oat fields was added the more pungent fra- 
grance of the labiates by the roadsides. One thought 
of that gem by Willis, ‘ Dawn? 
«Tis a morn for life 
In its most subtle luxury. The air 
Is like a breathing from a rarer world : 
It has come over gardens, and the flowers 
That kissed it are betrayed. 
I know it has been trifling with the rose 
And stooping to the yiolet. There is joy 
For all God’s creatures in it. The wet leaves 
