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quietly More quietly than I could, though my reason for

disquietude was different Mr Dinwiddie's words had set

vibrating a chord in ive a

note of pleasure I wanted it to lie still The wide fair

landscape took a look to ed

to it, of "places where the heart was;" and the echo of broken

hopes caray ruins near and far Yet

the flowers of spring were laughing and shouting under my

feet Was it hope, or , Miss Daisy ?" said Mr Dinwiddie,

as he offered me some fruit

"I seemed to hear two voices in nature, Mr Dinwiddie; - I

wanted to find out which was the true"

"What were the voices? - and I will tell you"

"One came from the old heap of Ekron yonder, and the ruins of

Ramleh, and Jerusalem, and Gibeon, and Bethel; - the other

voice came from the flowers"

"Trust the flowers"

"Why, more than the ruins?"

"Remember," - said he "One is God's truth; the other is man's

falsehood"

"But the ruins tell truth too, Mr Dinwiddie"

"What truth? They tell of headedness, disobedience; persisted in, till there was no

remedy And now, to be sure, they are a desolation But that

is not what God willed for the land"