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way your thoughts upon it's bosom, like the

 HindOo's barque of flowers, to an imagin- ative heaven.

 | had not troubled Lorraine with con-

 versation. I thought it better to leave

 him to his own thoughts and the sweet in-

 fuences about him. It seemed to accord

 with his feelings, and in the whole days

 wanderings he had scarcely spoken. Late

 in the afternoon we retraced our steps, ,and

 as we reascended from the glen, n,and thread

 ed the green path hOmeward, the golden l light of sunset streamed into the wood, touching the tasSels of the pine, and the stopping boughs of the hemlock, as if with living fire. It seemed as if the beautiful forms of the elements were leagued against

 Lorraine's melancholy, and as he went be- fore me with an elastic step, stopping to gaze up through the trees at every reach of the sky, I thanked God in my heart for the surpassing loveliness of nature.

 The moon shone sweetly that night Paul wrapped himself in his cloak, and went out to walk. Fhe light lay softly upon the hills. The thin calculations rose up and foated just palpably ip air; and a scent of wild flowers was abroad, s ifAhe fairies were dancing on them .na every green nook of the wilderness. believe moonlight is sent for the feelings. It cer- tainly makes some men better. There is an influence about it which cannot be re- sisted, and which glides into the heart with it's subtle power, stealing away its gross ness, and covering its dark thoughts like the ministry of an angel. Lorraine's mind had been aroused and prepared for such a visitation. 1t melted him to child. We sat down on rock, and he spoke for the first time of Marion. He wept freely, but silently, and without pain, for the fountains were broken up that had long been too full. He said the intolerable laid of his heart was shaken of; that be image of Marion in the grave which hadso long haunted him, was removed, and he could think of her now as pure spirit. Nature to his eye was changed. He had felt all day as if its light were coming back, and the moon- light was once more like the moonlight of his boyhood. He did not feel that he should soon die.

 My story is done. have no catastro- phe to tell. My object was to write the history of mind such as I have known, and exhibit nature as the physician and friend 1 believe she is. If my simple page should touch pleasantly chord in the heart of any lover of her sweet influences, or lead one despondng mind to go out and be happy, it's end will be answered.