hoarse croaking of the frogs in our meadow, sounded pleasantly to me; quite musical."
"Equal to the music of the orchestra, my dear Ned."
"Not quite so fine, mother," replied Edward, "but it seemed to have more meaning in it."
"You are right, my dear Edward," said Mrs. Sackville; "you have new senses, or rather, your senses are unlocked to the reception of the sweet influences of nature. I have more happiness than I can express to you, my dear children, in finding that you have already imbibed a taste for those pure pleasures, that will remain the same, whatever change of condition or circumstances may await you."
 Miss Hannah More, at the age of seventy-five, said to Professor Griscom, 'the love of the country, and of flowers, is the only natural pleasure that remains to me unimpaired.'
Another year passed to this virtuous family, full of useful and innocent occupations, and in the month of the already noted June, they