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love to look at these aged grandparents, be made for a visit to Egypt and the
and read in their faces, wrinkled with Holy land.
age, as well as in that young, sunny face, Early and bright, on that glad morn-
the evidences of warm and loving hearts. ing, all were up and in readiness. The
 Grandpa loves flowers ; but brighter "Sabba-day carriage-that was seldom
and sweeter than all to him is his precious used, except to convey as many of our
grandchild. How she reminds him of tribe of twelve as could crowd into it,
the mother, now in the "sweet fields be- three miles and more to church, and
yond the swelling flood." Her departure which always attracted the notice of all
left a sad and aching void in his fond -was taken out, thoroughly dusted, the
heart, which Lily is fast helping to fill. wheels greased and the horses harnessed;
She makes him feel young again, and then, with hearty shouts of "good-
 Grandpa always has a pleasant talk by," "good-by," the favored ones were
with Lily when she comes to him; or he off on that wondrous ride. How parents
teaches her some pretty hymn. See what and children did enjoy every moment of
pretty verses he has found for her about that journey. Up hill and down hill and
 on t\he plain, all were full of pleasure, as
 WHAT THE FLOWERS SAY.
 the merry voices showed.
 "The various flowers, that in the garden grow, Shall we ever forget that mile or more
 Not only please me, but instruct me too;
 And while with fresh delight their forms I see, over the rough and stony road through
 Each has some lesson, some advice, for me. Break-neck Woods ? What confused
 and huge masses of rock Here the tall
 'Be modest and retired,' the violet says; and e e er th a
 'Seek not for every man's admiring gaze; forest trees and the underbrush are so
 Better with me in lowly sweetness hide, dense and tangled together as to make
 Than be a vain, obtruding child of pride.' it almost dismal. The younger children
 "' Boast not beauty,' says the blushing rose; cling closer to their parents, in fear that
 To-morrow's setting sun my life will close; a huge bear might come rushing out of
 My leaves will scatter in the evening wind; the darkness. Here sunlight comes fleck-
 Like me, at least some fragrance leave behind.'"
 ing through the overhanging branches.
 O, these visits to the homes of grand- There there cries Henry, is a
parents! Who does not enjoy them ? gray squirrel! see his bushy tail. There
There are scarcely any memories of he goes, up that great tree. Wan't he a
childhood so pleasant as those of such beauty ?"
visits. Now they are all startled by the sharp
 For weeks before our annual visit to notes of a blue-jay, that the noise of the
grandpa's, it was the chief subject of carriage has frightened from her nest.
thought and conversation. Almost as "But look at this road," mother says:
much preparation was made for that jour- What hills, up and then down. No
ney of three or four hours, as would now wonder they call it Break-neck Woods.'