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'T > l]e \J iolet, fellow. 
“When beechen buds begin to swell, 
And woods the blue-bird’s warble know. 
The yellow violet's modest bell 
Peeps from the last year’s leaves below. 
“ Oft, in the sunless April day, 
Thy early smile has stayed my walk; 
But ’midst the gorgeous blooms of May, 
I passed thee on thy humble stalk. 
“So they , who climb to wealth , forget 
The friends in darlcer fortunes tried; 
I copied them—but I regret 
That I should ape the ways of pride.” 
— Bryant. 
Country Life and Rural Happiness. 
npHERE is something , that’s so, to be said for cities. Men are social and 
sympathetic; they desire not only pleasure, but culture. The ways 
in which men, in cities, benefit by frequent intercourse with others, are 
numerous. Science and literature center in cities. But, nevertheless, 
with regard to the rearing of youth , for instance, the superabundance and 
keen fascination of large towns are to the delicate and excitable young soul, 
too much of what I might call a feasting at dessert, a drinking of burning 
spirits, a bathing in glowing wines. Life, there, is exhausted in young 
people, is lived too fast: and so, without entering into any further discus¬ 
sion on the relative advantages of either town or country life, we need not 
hesitate to say that life in the country and among a less school-taught class, 
is full of quiet happiness and wise, practical teachings; while, on the whole, 
