Upon that the red sign lies, and I shall find it one day, and be glad." I will end my story with the relation of an incident which befell me a few days ago.

I had been with my reapers, and, when they ceased their work at noon, I had lain down under the shadow of a great, ancient beech-tree, that stood on the edge of the field.

As I lay, with my eyes closed, I began to listen to the sound of the leaves overhead.

At first, they made sweet inarticulate music alone; but, by-and-by, the sound seemed to begin to take shape, and to be gradually moulding itself into words; till, at last, I seemed able to distinguish these, half-dissolved in a little ocean of circumfluent tones: "A great good is coming--is coming--is coming to thee, Anodos;" and so over and over again.

I fancied that the sound reminded me of the voice of the ancient woman, in the cottage that was four-square.