Dark belts of woodland, smooth hill pasture, green, broad meadows, and fields of corn and rye, the homesteads of the villagers, were seen on one hand; while on the other was the bright, clear river, with here and there a white sail, relieved against bold, wooded banks, jutting rocks, or tiny islands, dark with dwarf evergreens.

It was a quiet, rural picture, a happy and peaceful contrast to all I had looked upon for weary, miserable months.

It soothed the nervous excitement of pain and suffering.

I forgot myself in the pleasing interest which it awakened.
Nature's healing ministrations came to me through all my senses.

I felt the medicinal virtues of her sights, and sounds, and aromal breezes.
From the green turf of her hills and the mossy carpets of her woodlands my languid steps derived new vigor and elasticity.