human
Hark! ejaculated Lord H----.
gpt
Is there a waterfall near?
human
Too far to go to it to-day, answered Edith.
gpt
We must economize our scenes, lest we should exhaust them all before you go, and you should think more than ever that our country wants variety.
human
I cannot think so with that prospect before my eyes, replied the young nobleman.
gpt
Look how it has changed already! The mountain is all in shade, and so is the lake; but those low, wavy, wood-covered hills, which lie between the two, are starting out in the prominence of sunshine. A truly beautiful scene is full of variety in itself. Every day changes its aspect, every hour, every season. The light of morning, and evening, and mid-day, alters it entirely; and the spring and the summer, the autumn and the winter, robe it in different hues. I have often thought that a fair landscape is like a fine mind, in which every varying event of life brings forth new beauties.
human
Alas, that the mind is not always like the landscape! exclaimed Edith.
gpt
God willed it so, I doubt not, for there is harmony in all His works; but man's will and God's will are not always one.
human
Perhaps, after all, said her companion, thoughtfully,
gpt
Oh yes! cried Walter Prevost, eagerly;
human
I am sure the more we give ourselves up to the factitious and insincere contrivances of what we call society, the more we alienate ourselves from truth and God.
gpt
Very young, he thought,
human
added he aloud,
gpt
It is Otaitsa--it is the Blossom!