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where is tumble and gurgle and mimic turbulence. I sat 0n the withered leaves at the foot of a tree, while the children played, a little brook being the most fas- cinating plaything that a child can have. Una jumped t0 and fro across it; Julian stood beside a pool fish- ing with a stick, without hook or line, and wondering that he caught nothing. Then he made new Water- falls with mighty labor, pulling big stones out of the earth, and flinging them into the current. Then they sent branches of trees, or the outer shells of walnuts, sailing down the stream, and watched their passages through the intricacies of the way, how they were hurried over in a cascade, hurried dizzily round in a whirlpool, or brought quite to a stand-still amongst the collected rubbish. At last Julian tumbled into the brook, and was wetted through and through, so that We were obliged to come home; he squelching along all the way, with his india-rubber shoes full of water. There are still patches of snow on the hills; also in the woods, especially on the northern margins. The lake is not yet what we may call thawed out, al- though there is a large space of blue water, and the ice is separated from the shore everywhere, and is soft, water-soaked, and crumbly. On favorable slopes and exposures, the earth begins to look green ; and almost anywhere, if one looks closely, one sees the greenness of the grass, or of little herbage, amidst the brown. Under the nut-trees are scattered some of the nuts of last year ; the walnuts have lost their virtue, the chest- nuts do not seem to have much taste, but the butter- nuts are in no manner deteriorated. The warmth of these days has a mistiness, and in many respects re- sembles the Indian summer, and is 11ot at all provo- cative of physical exertion. Nevertheless, the general