"What do you mean?" I asked, much mystified.
"There are some places like some people—the more we study them the more they are admired, we are continually discovering hidden beauties. But you must study nature closely, at all hours and seasons, to discover her subtle charms."
"Won't you teach me what you have learned?"
"If I can do so I shall be glad; but I think we must each study her for ourselves. She has no text books that I have ever seen."
"I wonder do we all see things alike? Does that sea, now a sheet of rose and amethyst, and the sky that seems another part of the same, and the green trees, and hills, and rocks, look to you as they do to me?"
"Not yet, my child. When you have studied them as long, and have the memories of years clustering around each well-remembered spot, they may look the same to you as they now do to me; but not till then," she added, I fancied a little sadly.
"Probably I shall enjoy this exquisite view better without the memories; they usually hold a sting."
"That depends on the way we use life. To live as God wills, leaves no sting for after thought."
"Not if death comes and takes our loved ones? How alone I am in the world because of him."
"There are far sadder experiences than yours. Death is not always our worst enemy; we may have a death in life, compared with which Death itself is an angel of light."