ars ago.

    A lake is t beautiful and expressive feature.

    It is earto whe

    depture.  tile trees next the shore are

    t, and the wooded hills and

    cliffs around are its overhanging brows.

    Standing on t t end of the pond,

    in a calm September afternoon, w e

    sinct, I ;the

    glassy surface of a lake.quot;   your  looks like

    a t gossamer stretche valley, and

    gleaming against tant pine ing one stratum of

    tmosp you could walk

    dry under it to te  the swallows which skim

    over mig.  Indeed, times dive belohis

    line, as it ake, and are undeceived.  As you look over

    to employ boto

    defend your eyes against ted as rue sun, for

    t; and if, bets

    surface critically, it is literally as smoot where

    ter insects, at equal intervals scattered over its whole

    extent, by tions in t imaginable

    sparkle on it, or, percself, or, as I have

    said, a so touc.  It may be t in the

    distance a fis in the air,

    and t flas emerges, and anot

    strikes ter; sometimes the whole silvery arc is revealed; or

    le-doing on its surface,

    and so dimple it again.  It is like molten

    glass cooled but not congealed, and tes in it are pure and

    beautiful like tions in glass.  You may often detect a

    yet smooter, separated from t as if by an

    invisible cober nymping on it.  From a

    op you can see a fis any part; for not a