me and go  defiling it.

    It is a mirror wone can crack, whose quicksilver will

    never inually repairs; no storms,

    no dust, can dim its surface ever fresh; -- a mirror in which all

    impurity presented to it sinks, s and dusted by the suns hazy

    brus dust-clotains no breat

    is breat, but sends its oo float as clouds high above

    its surface, and be reflected in its bosom still.

    A field of er betrays t t is in t is

    continually receiving neion from above.  It is

    intermediate in its nature bethe

    grass and trees  ter itself is rippled by the wind.

    I see reaks or flakes of

    lig is remarkable t s surface.  e

    s length, and

    mark ler spirit s.

    ters and er-bugs finally disappear in tter part

    of October, ws hen and in

    November, usually, in a calm day, tely noto

    ripple ternoon, in t the end

    of a rain-storm of several days duration, will

    completely overcast and t, I observed t

    t it  to

    distinguiss surface; t no longer reflected t

    tints of October, but the surrounding

    as gently as possible, t

    undulations produced by my boat extended almost as far as I could

    see, and gave a ribbed appearance to tions.  But, as I was

    looking over t a distance a faint

    glimmer, as if some skater insects ws

    miged the surface, being so

    smootrayed wtom.  Paddling

    gently to one of to find myself

    s