Beautiful sentiments, expressed in fitting language, take a strong hold upon the heart, and are never entirely obliterated from the memory. The opening lines of our own Bryant's Thanatopsis, beautiful and truthful, as every lover of nature must acknowledge, furnish food for cheerful thought and heart-ennobling reflection: - "To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, She speaks a various language".

Yes, nature speaks to the heart of man in a language which cannot be misnnder-stood. At every season, and in-all her various aspects, she proclaims the goodness of Him whose face through her is made visible, the beauty of truth and virtue, and the deformity of falsehood and vice.

Nature is always true and beautiful; that which does not accord with nature is always false and ugly. The painter who takes nature for his guide is sure to succeed, while he who leaves nature for "the schools" is as sure to fail.

We love Cowper, Wordsworth, and Bryant, because they are nature's pupils, singing of what they have seen and felt, and not of what might have been.

There is no discord in nature; all her operations are harmoniously performed. The grass and the beautiful flowers spring up at their appointed season; the trees put on their emerald robes; the brooks pursue their wonted course; the sunshine and the showers invigorate the growing plants, and in the autumn we behold the result.

Nature's laws are so harmonious that a superficial observer would suppose her to be governed by no laws. Yet they are inflexible, and are never transgressed; and he who has an eye to see the beauties of the fields and woods, and an ear to hear the anthems which swell in every valley, and on every hillside, cannot fail to appreciate the vast store of enjoyment and instruction which is spread out before him.