All the trees had put on their new summer dresses, and never a pair of them were of the same shade.

The hedges were covered with a wreath of white May-blossom, and seemed like interminable drifts of that snow in summer which is as good news from a far country; and the roads were bordered by the feathery hemlock, which covered the face of the land as with a bridal veil.
"Isn't the world a beautiful place ?" said Elisabeth, with a sigh of content, to Alan, who was driving her in his mail-phaeton.

"I do hope all the people will see and understand how beautiful it is." "They can not help seeing and understanding; beauty such as this is its own interpreter.

Surely such a glimpse of nature as we are now enjoying does people more good than a hundred prayer-meetings in a stuffy chapel." "Beauty slides into one's soul on a day like this, just as something--I forget what--slid into the soul of the Ancient Mariner; doesn't it ?" "Of course it does; and you will find that these people--now that they are brought face to face with it--will be just as ready to worship abstract beauty as ever the Greeks were.

The fault has not been with the poor for not having worshipped beauty, but with the rich for not having shown them sufficient beauty to worship.