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2 been refreshed by beauty as great and frequently greater. I have always been sorry you did not see the identical little
fall we saw, when in search of Bumpees; the one where the wild little stream fell over and down the red rock, the channel
in the fall preserved by little moss walls. You may have seen the same a hundred times, but to me it was the first and last,
I found, and it struck me curiously, that sweetest melody was made by the bare names? of Pinus flixelis; Pinus Con- tosta;
Pinus ponderosa; - Flowers have always been sweetly associated and bring a world of happy thought, But trees, and great pine
trees, I never dream- ed I could learn to love them. So many lovely pictures I would like to refer to which you By-ways, brought
3 vividly before me. Suffice it that they all gave sweetest pleasure and did me good. Your allusion to sleepy eyes amused
me, and I would be happy under most adverse circumstances even to imagine illegible suggesteded most r illegible any thing
so peaceful as the lakelets , I can imagine some things, but alas not this. Do you recall what Thosean says of Lakes, The
landscapes most beautiful and expressive feature, earths eyes look- ing into which the beholder measures the depths of his
own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eye lashes which fringe it, the wooded hills and cliffs around
are its over-hanging brows. I am writing the following opinions to some body else; - If you wish to find greatest pleasure
in Thoreaus writing read his before those of Mr John Muir. Our illegible al winter is over.