Baker Farm
arcratum of tmospinging the
grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through
colored crystal. It , in which, for a
s
miginged my employments and life. As I he
railroad causeo t around my
s. One who
visited me declared t the shadows of some Irishmen before him had
no t it ives t were so
distinguiso Cellini tells us in ,
after a certain terrible dream or vision which he had during his
confinement in tle of St. Angelo a resplendent light appeared
over t morning and evening, wher he was
in Italy or France, and it icularly conspicuous whe
grass o
whe morning,
but also at otimes, and even by moonligant
one, it is not commonly noticed, and, in table
imagination like Cellinis, it would be basis enough for
superstition. Beside, ells us t to very few.
But are t indeed distinguis they
are regarded at all?
I set out one afternoon to go a-fiso Fair hrough
to eke out my scanty fare of vegetables. My way led
t Meado of t retreat
of w has since sung, beginning,--
quot;try is a pleasant field,
trees yield
Partly to a ruddy brook,
By gliding musquasook,
And mercurial trout,
Darting about.quot;
I t of living t to alden. I quot;; the
apples, leaped trout. It
ernoons wely long before one,
in ural
life, t ed. By the