he tc in a dreadful knowing way which of ua do you consider the come to see you see the was a bless you when i first come home i used to set everybody laughing but i forget most of the things now there was one day though � here comes your father said mrs snow u now we must n t let him go by or you have to walk way home and aunt hurried out to speak to him while i took my great bunch of which already drooped a little and followed her with mrs snow who confided to me that the captain s nephew jacob had offered to that summer she was over there and she never could see why she didn t have him only love goes where it is sent and was n t one to marry for what she could get if she did n t like the man there was plenty that would have said yes and thank you too sir to jacob that was a pleasant afternoon i reached home when it was growing dark and chilly and the early autumn sunset had almost faded in the west it was � much longer way home around by the road the way i had come across the fields a winter drive is very hard to find s way in winter a w ie has only driven once in t tl the change their appearance so much when the leaves are gone that unless the road is straight and certain and you have a good sense of locality you will be puzzled over and over again in summer a few small trees and a thicket of bushes at he side of the road will look like a bit of forest but in winter you look through them and over them and they i i � j e ji c almost altogether hey are such thin gray twigs and take up so much less room in the world though yon may notice a s nest or some red or a few fluttering leaves which the wind has failed to blow away there is a bare thin aspect of nature which is to look at either before the snow or afterward you long for the poor earth to he country by ways able to warm herself again by the fire ol ihe � an the white bark looks out of season as if they were still wearing their clothes and the wretched which stand on the edges of the look as if they had been intended for but had been somehow unlucky and were in destitute circumstances it seems as if the pines and ought to show christian charity to these � ad and relations the world looks as if it were at the mercy of the wind and cold in winter and it would be useless to dream that such a time as spring would follow these apparently hopeless days if we had not history and experience to us what a sorrowful doom the first winter must have seemed to adam if he ever took a journey to the northward after he was sent from paradise it must have been to him a most solemn death and ending of all vegetable yet he might have taken a grim satisfaction in the thought that no more apples could ever get ripe to tempt or anybody else and that the mischief making fruits of the earth were cursed as well as he in winter there is to my mind a greater beauty in a tree than in the same tree covered with � d weight and glory of summer leaves then it ii great mass of light and shadow against the land a winter drive � cape or the sky but in winter the of the bare branches against a white cloud or a clear yellow sunset is a most exquisite thing to see it is the difference between a fine statue and a well painted picture and seems a higher art like that � but it is always a puzzle to me why a dead tree in summer should be a painful thing to look at one instantly tells the difference between a dead and a live one close at hand such a tree cannot give the pleasure that it did in winter yet it looked almost the same in cold weather when it was alive is it our horror of death or is it that a bit of winter in the midst of summer is like a skeleton at the feast a drive in a town in winter should be taken for three reasons for the convenience of getting from place to place for the pleasure of motion in the fresh air or for the satisfaction of driving a horse but for the real delight of the thing it is necessary to go far out from even the villages across the country you can see the mountains like great of clear ice all along the horizon and the smaller hills covered with trees and snow together nearer at hand and the great expanse of snow lies north and south and west all across the fields in my own part of the country which is heavily v the pine for country by ways give the world a black and white look that is very dismal when the sun is not shining the farmers houses look lonely and it seems as if they had crept nearer together since the leaves fell and they are no longer hidden from each other the hills look larger and you can see deeper into the woods as you drive along nature brings out so many treasures for us to look at in summer and the world with such that after the frost comes it is like an empty house in which one all the pictures and and the familiar voices this was a drive that i liked it was a 