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When the sureat pleasure ent to

Switzerland again We established ourselves quietly at

Lucerne, which papa was very fond of There ere much one

hole, and our two

Southern friends who had also gone, having no successors like

them in our little ho excursions But papa and I had good tis; and I had always a friend horand old Mont Pilatte What a friend that

mountain was tolad; when I eary and when I was

rand head in the skies told ht and colours

that played and rested there, as it held, the sun's beaave them back to earth, were a sort of promise to me of

beauty and life above and beyond this earth; yes, and of its

substantial existence now, even e do not see it They

were a little hint of e do not see I do not exactly

knoas the language of the wreaths of vapour that robed

and shrouded and then revealed the s of their gracefulness; I

believe it was like, toveil that hides God's