Chapter 24 THE HONEYMOON.

"Around the very place doth brood

A calm and holy quietude."-REV. ISAAC WILLIAMS.

The level beams of a summer sun, ending one of his longest careers, were tipping a mountain peak with an ineffable rosy purple, contrasting with the deep shades of narrow ravines that cleft the rugged sides, and gradually expanded into valleys, sloping with gree

            
            

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