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The last number Grahom's Magazine,
is full Of excellent paper. We clip from
one Of its pages the following very beau
tiIul paragraph {:


:" The summer is here here with its


fragrant morning az It's no1nday heats,


its mellow twiighls and Moonlight eve


nings, its days OF glory and It's nights Of
starry beauty. 1t is summer let us go
out into the country, away from the stiff
ling air and, dull brick walls ofthe town in
to the far pune breezy,unsurpassabe coun.
try. There we shall breath the fresh
air ot Heaven. We will lie down on some
shady knoll stretch ourselves beside the
cooling stream or wander Oft among the
breezy woods !; perchance sit in some qul-
ct arbor OF the garden, listening to the
low hummlng of the bees, or the lar off
tlnkle OF the brooklet on stones. Ay !!
we will 60 out into the country. We will
gaze on the green grass, the growing
II overs, the Cloudless azure OF the skies.
But we will do more. We will gaze on
our fellow man such as God made him,
and not on the too often mean, grovelllng
and short sighted denIzen oi the town.
We will 90 out into the county. We will
go into us stately palaces, and secluded
among sOmbre trees Into the airy tan~
tasuc dwellings, Of retired citizens into
sunny old farms, with their wide porCheS
inviting US TO enter and--ottcner than
all-lnto the smiling cottages, which,
peeplng out from amid overspreadJng hon
ey suckles, doing under willow trees by
the brook side, or nesting beneath the
shadow OF green and fragrant hill, are
scattered all oyer-lhe land, in hill and
dell, sluddlng II, as 1t were, with i.vel-
ness. And wherever we 90 we Shall suI
find beauty, God hath left his impress
on the green fields and running brooks,
and every leaf that quivers in the breeze,
and every bird thut carols on the air,
speak out Ills praise"