were christened in the long ago? Bible Hill is a little distant, so here in the park is a ”Holy \Vell " from which, by no stretch of ima- gination, the same water flows.

Perhaps you are anxious to keep your youth, and to stave off the days of grey hairs, wrinkles and rheumatism P Pray sit in the “Rejuvenating Seat” by the Joe Howe Falls, and if you do not grow younger as you watch the lovely sight—nothing else can stay the hand of time.

Then possibly you wish to test your self—control by peering over the brink of the “Sheer—Drop” without shuddering; or you would entrench yourself on the heights of “Spion-Kop,” ask import- ant questions of the ”Sphinx,” from the bridge nearby, walk along the “Observation Gallery,” or pass to the lower depths by ” Muir’s Descent.”

In your walks about, the beauty of everything has taken complete possession of you. The noble trees spreading a magni- ficent canopy over your head bring to mind the words of Bryant, for here nature has “hewn the shaft, laid the architrave and spread the roof above.” In such a cathedral the mind soars upward :

“Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised ?”

But here comes a maiden on her way to the ” Nymph's Grotto.” She is too young, and floats along too buoyantly, to have come by way of the rustic “Bridge of Sighs.” Barely eighteen, she cannot have interrupted her tripping course to rest in the “ W’idow's Proposal Seat"; but in all probability she has stopped at the ”Lin Cauldron " to admire the virgin bloom :

“The white water-lilies, they sleep on the lake, Till over the mountain the sun bids them wake.

At the rose-tinted touch of the long, level ray, Each pure, perfect blossom unfolds to the day.

Each affluent pearl outstretched and uncurled To the glory and gladness and shine of the world.”

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