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IRON THE INDEPENDENT PRESS
A Ramble.
BY SUE ADALA1pE.

ny SUE ADALAIpE.
The lcnrthing shadows told the coming of !
evening ali evening MS fair aud lovely rs
| the day that was ilvng away on the swift |
! wings Of time. sailed forth, to enjoy walk
after the confinement of the day, and to view
| the "visLlc glorics of creation. made more
beautiful by the softened light Of an eifu'gent /
sunse, in company with much loved
; friend -one whom timc crowned with her ro-
ses rs well thorns, had made very dear to me.
| Our souls being somewhat congenial-were
always happy together, and the hours flew by
on golden wings, whether riding, walking. or
sitting by tn. cheer full firesdc enjoying
| ciul chat. 'Iis sweet to flee away from the
busy tolls and cares Of life, in forgrtfuncss Of
selfish world, while fcnstng the soul on natures
beauties feeling the gentle influence Of IL gen
| ial ntmn> l,hrrr scented with the odifurorIs
breath of the bright little flowers scattered in
profus ion the wild wood, III the sinplic
ity Of nature after the pleasant April rain
has made them bud and bloom refreshed hy
the gentle dcws, and soft sunshine, Of lovely
May. "cl"thing the earth with her l"vccst
robes OF crimson. gold, lilac and blue" con
trasting beautifully with the green leaves of
the magnificent oaks, who proudly to
rear their lofty heads aud outstrctch their huge
long arms. rs if TO protect the tender nowercts
from the Intense heat u the no"nday sun.
We wandered on in II narrow path .ca'ling
through skirt Of lnX,irant wnodlanl and
through grassy lawn here nn'i there 4 lamb
was sporting in fr"!ics"n,c mood, "swcct type
of innocence and g"n,lcucss. AT the end Of
the lawn, nesting amid the vcr,lant shrutbcrv,
in the soft green shadows Of the overlapping
trees, stood neat little c";tagc. II seemed
} the Very dwelling Of peace and contcntmcnt,
where the rose and the vi"c, raised their mo.
} 'lcst heads, cxhain. their sweet periu in
the pure country air; kissed by the gentle
zephyr, who bears its sweetness on her wing,
scattering it unconscums!y al! around.
On returning. we visited enchanting
spot, twas my first visit AS we approached
near Tie base of the hill, which we were de-
scending we had delight ful view Of this ro.
mantle scenery.
Twas beautiful retreat for the lovers Of
natural simplicity, untouched 10y the hand Of
arr. There at the foot of the vincclaI hill,
boldly gushcs a pure crystal f"unt. from be.
meath the small white pebbles, it's clear stream
let flow ing on in its mranderng course singing
: merry song, the long blades Of grass, bend
lovengly over it, as if fishing to embrace s
peariy waters ere it joins the silvcry rirrlcs
Of another sparkling. bright stream, that moves
mnieStical!y onward, through this smiling val.
ley. some, ines descending a gcntlcr dcrlivity,
ut others ovcrleepng rocks, murmurng and
| gurglng. as it bounds its rugged way.
= Listening to the laughing brook, and gazing
J. on its golden waves the las rays OF the de-
parting sun fell on them, had fallen into Il
revcrie. from which | startled by the
sound of soft. sweet voice, - short distance
from me. It's tones were gentle, and seemed
mingled with sadness. turned ne around to
seek from whence it came. Near the bank,
concealed from my view by the thick shrub
:, berry, which dotted the banks, seated on q
moss cusll oncd rock was n lovely little girl o
:. eight nime summers, with golden ringlrts
! dropping her lilly white shoulders She
was fair and beautiful. a fit retreat, though,
o /. for lovely, to refresh her body and
:, feast her pure spirit. By her side sat hel
brother of dark. soft brown eyes, his manly
G features beaming with intelligence and hi
G countennnce suifused with love and admiration
If Being older than his sister, Walter had always
4 been her companion.
j. Silently stood near them n moment, watch.
Is ing their movements in adm iration. Just ther
c the melody Of sweet 'songstcr of the leaf,
O bowers" sounded near us. Its ton cs sounding
more swectly in this quiet valley thought
brother" said she "do you see that pretty
e bird. and it is as beautiful as its song" he tol,
It her it very beautiful, dancing and skip
II ping among the green leavcs that it seemed
50 happy. Then 1 saw that she wns blind
= How my hearts sympathies were called forth
It when behed her chccrlcss countcnance, aEt
j. she told me she could not but Walter
20 says that is such pretty place said she. 81
is love to come with him-hear him talk about
It the lovely blossoms and the bright running
J. brook. and can iuhale the fragrant odour o
% flowers he gathers for me. which he enys grow
in patches over this quiet valley and heal
II the glad waters Of the brook rushing over thu
rocks, and love the cheerful songs Of the gay
birds it always makes me happy though
r. cannot see them"
l. Then sense Of my ingrattude hashe,
across my mind for now l how much
- owed to the Almighty Ruler Of earth and skies
u for the blessing o seeing we'll as the sens
T. of hearing and feeling. When returned hom
j. left thankful and knecling down as the goot
o One, who mado our earth 80 beautiful for on
= happiness above, to give me pure spirit, an'
Itrust reader. my heart was made better BY
= that evenings stroll.
Shady Nook, August l4th
The Fraser River Mines