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the revelation of Divine Power and goodness, and I have never 

 yet visited Spot Pond without discovering some new and unex- 

 pected phase of loveliness to admire. 



On its southern border is the old picnic grove with its pictur- 

 esque bay and overhanging willows. 



Near the centre of the southern shore is Pickerell Rock and 

 bay, the loveliest bay of all, though sadly disfigured now by the 

 ruthless destruction of the picturesque old tree which over-hung 

 the water's edge, and the stunted old cedar on top of the pro- 

 jecting rock. 



Pickerell Rock is the finest of all the Spot Pond boulders. It 

 commands some fine views over the pond, and its surroundings, 

 and has been the scene of many piscatorial triumphs; black bass, 

 pickerel and perch rewarding the angler's skill. 



From every point of view charming scenes surround this lovely 

 lake pond, and an appreciative lover of Nature's beauties, finds 

 constant delight in its ever-changing moods, whether of calm or 

 storm, from the time when the tender greens first touch the 

 young foliage until the splendors of autumn transforms the whole 

 lake into a vision of loveliness more beautiful thanapoet'sdream. 



In midsummer when the moon is near the full, wonderful ef- 

 fects are to be seen here at night, \veird glimpses of the pond 

 through the trees, or through the different openings along the 

 road, and what could be more beautiful than to glide over the 

 surface of this beautiful sheet of water in the witchery of a moon- 

 light evening, when the lunar goddess is sublimely soaring 

 through ethereal space and shedding her soft halo over the lumin- 

 ous water. 



The temptation to linger here is strong but we must hasten on. 



Descending the hill and continuing on our way along Pond 

 street we pass in succession the ice houses, the old wind pump, 

 the grand old willow on our left, and Doleful Pond, and then 

 through South street until we reach the old Andover Turnpike, 

 now Main street, Stoneham, nearly opposite Bear Hill. 



Ascending Bear Hill, by way of the cart path, through the 

 rocky meadow we are soon standing on the historic "Cheese 

 Rock" where Gov. Winthrop and party rested and lunched over 

 260 years ago. How changed is the scene from what it must 

 have been at that time. The "Goodly Plain" mentioned in his 

 diary, is now covered by the thriving town of Stoneham, and the 



