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Show LIFB AMONG 'J'IIE LOWLY. 63 At this time in our story, the whole St. Clare establishment is, for the time being, removed to their villa on Lako Pontchartrain. The heats of summer hall driven all who were able to le.vc the sultry anu unhealthy city, to seek the shores of the lake, and its cool sea-breezes. St. Clare's villa was an East Indian cottage, surrounded by light verandahs of bamboo-work, and opening on all sides into gardens and pleasure-grounds. The common sitting-room opened on to a large garden, fragrant '"ith every picturesque plant and flower of the tropics, where winding paths ran down to the very shores of the lake, whose silvery sheet of water lay there, rising and falling in the sunbeams,- a picture never for an hour the sa.me, yet every hour more beautiful. It is now one of those intensely golden sunsets which kindles the whole horizon into one blaze of glory, and makes the water another sky. ·The lake lay in rosy or golden streaks, save where white-winged vessels glided hither and thither, like so many spirits, and little golden stars twinkled through the glow, and looked down at themselves as they trembled in the water. Tom and Eva were seated on a litttle mossy scat, in an arbor, at the foot of the garden. It was Sunday evening, and Eva's Bible by open on her knee. She read,-" And I saw a sea of glass, mingled with £re." " ~rom," said Eva, suddenly stopping, and pointing to the lake, ''there 'tis.'' '' 'Vhat, Miss Eva?'' "Don't you see,- there?" said the child, pointing to the glassy water, which, as it rose and fell, reflected the golden glow of the sky. " There 's a 'soo of glass, mingled with fire.''' |