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Show se nb r last evening, of a January sun-set & Th western clouds divided and subdivide themselves into pink flakes modulated wit tints of unspeakabl ha s wa a pai muc lif softness; and the ai an to com sweetness withi was it that nature woul tha i doors Wha say? Wa ther No meaning in the live repose of the valle behin th mill an whic Home o Shakspeare could not re-form for me i words Th leafless tree becom spire of flame in the sun-set, with the blue eas for their back-ground, and the stars of th dea calices of flowers an every with ered stem and stubble rimed with frost contribute something to the mut music Q The inhabitants of cities suppose that th countr landscape is pleasan onl hal the year. I please myself with observin the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it a by the genial influences of summer. To th attentiv eye eac momen of th yea Pas its own beauty, and in the same field it beholds, every hour, a picture which wa never seen before, and which shall neve be seen again. The heavens change ever moment, and reflect their glory or gloo 2 Digital Image© 20 |