. En bas de l'est et en haut de la Brandywine noire. . d'abord ma présence semblait déconcerteux, mais j'ai rapidement soulagé leur embarras en pleurant, jouer sur ! jouez ! Smiliteusement, ils ont repris leur joyeux sport, et j'ai commencé à partir. Quelques étapes, et je me suis tourné pour capturer une lueur de leur joie peu douée, perchance anothersmile. Trop tard ! Les rives du ruisseau les ont cachis, et je me suis empais lentement sur mon chemin. Il aurait peut-être été le soleil couchant ou les expériences tristes des sessions, ou la prévision de ces jeunes vies, ou l'histoire de mon propre, ceux-ci, ou l'un de ceux-ci, que solennni

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. Down the eastern and up the Black Brandywine.. . t first my presence seemed to disconcertthem, but I quickly relieved their embarrassment by crying out, play on ! play on! Smilingly they resumed their merry sport, and I started to go. A few steps, and I turned to catch a gleamof brightness from their unsuspecting joy, perchance anothersmile. Too late ! the banks of the stream hid them, and I wentslowly on my way. It might have been the sinking sun or the sad experiencesof the Sessions, or the forecasting of these young lives, or theinner history of my own, these, or any of these, that solemnizedmy thoughts and made me momentarily forget the Brandywineand lose myself in reverie. I can not tell what force it was thatstirred my soul, I only know that as I trudged along the roadtoward Wallace Inn, I found myself repeating the prayer ofBickersteth— I ask not for the honors of this world, I seek not freedom from its wearinessOf daily toil, but O Lord Jesus Christ!Let thy omnipotent prayer prevail for them, And keep them from the evil. [ 94. FLAT ROCK AND THE MARSH. Oh what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea?Somehow my soul seems suddenly freeFrom the weighing of fate and the sad discussion of sin, By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn. Sidney Lanier— The Marshes of Glynn. LAT ROCK—the home of the copper-heads—lies in a wood near the BlackBrandywine, in East Nantmeal Town-ship, not far from the northern bound-ary line of Upper Uwchlan. If youcould follow the streams channelfrom Krausers Crossing, the distancewould not exceed a mile and a half, • but the bushes are so thick and thebrambles so numerous and the groundso soggy in places, as to make this well nigh impossible. You mustperforce go round by Wallace Inn and Fairview Church. On aJuly morning, in company with a friend, I set out to find thisplace which neither of us had seen, and of which both had heardso often and so much. As we passed by Fairview Church, theshady spots

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