48 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD. 



wood hearth endears to our hearts the thoughts of 

 home, as the dinner .of herbs makes it more real to 

 those who prepare and partake of it. Here, before our 

 rousing fire — as if still nomads a-wandering in some 

 primeval paradise — here, we may take our ease in an 

 unrestrained, unconventional, natural happiness: Robin 



SPLIT WOOD RANKED UP IN THE WOODS. 



Hood and his merry men again, roasting a haunch of 

 venison, home from the chase, under the trees. 



Each variety of wood, too, like each flower, has 

 its own delicate and separate scent when burning, as 

 the freshly cut logs have also when lying in the woods. 

 It is no wonder that the perfume of the smoke is so 

 delightful, formed, as it is, from all the influences of 

 the woods, and the air, and the flowers and grass, ab- 

 sorbed and floated away now in beautiful wreaths. The 

 aroma of the vapor from a wood fire is filled with all 



