Chapter 24: XXIV

XXIV 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 green pasture, or clothed with wood. The whole picture, with its clear, soft sky, was retraced on the waters of the l…