Woods are filled with the music of birds, and all nature is laughing under the glorious influence of Summer.

Whispering

How impressive is the eloquence of silence! Sweet indeed is the voice of woman—the fire-side song of those, who are near and dear to us. Sweet, the sounds of morning and evening twilight. Sweet, the million melodies continually floating over the bosom of Nature. But there are hours in the life of every man when the music of silence is dearer to him than all.

There is something in the nature of silence which affects me deeply. Why it is I know not; but I do know that I love to be alone at such an hour as this. I love to forget the outward world and hold communion with the beings of the mind.