Fence Rows and Thickets 
in our latitude persist on the vines nearly or quite until 
spring. The frost colors them exquisitely in many tones 
of orange and crimson, which in the sunshine make a 
bright spot in the chill landscape, reminding the rambler 
in frozen fields of Portia’s candle, which shone like a good 
deed in a naughty world. 
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