rom til it covered t unseen barriers. Our little boat confronted taut, so sit upon tic o be driven doacking and jibbing, led  drove us from side to side uous fury. Our s beat fast, and our rembled ement, not fear, for  our skipper er of tuation. eered torm  and ts in ted and ted applause for ter of ttle sail-boat t ventured out into torm. At last, cold, hungry and weary, we reached our pier.

    Last summer I spent in one of t nooks of one of t charming villages in New England.

    rentts, is associated

    gratitude t  companions muco me. I joined in all ts and rambles ter. ttle of ttle ones and tories I told t to remember. Mr. Ciated me into teries of tree and il tle ear of love I  from leaf to leaf. t is t Even as ts, s in tree-tops joyance, and conceive Of sunsure, so do I gave evidence of things unseen.

    It seems to me t ty to compreions  rob  from past generations.

    ted capacity is a sort of sixth sense--a soul-sense which sees, hears, feels, all in one.

    I ree friends in rent. I take all my oto see tree. It stands on a bluff overlooking King Pree lore say it must ood t radition t under tree King P on earth and sky.

    I ree friend, gentle and more approac oak--a linden t gre Red Farm. One afternoon, during a terrible torm, I felt a tremendous cras told me, t t out to see t ood so many tempests, and it o see rate riven and ily fallen.

    But I must not forget t I o e about last summer in particular. As soon as my examinations o ttle co