cribed the beauties of the scenery there, he told of "meadows enamelled with all sorts of eye-pleasing flowers; each pasture stored with sheep feeding with sober security; here a shepherd's boy pi

enamelled with eye-pleasing flowers," the sheep "feeding with sober security," and the young shepherdess herself knitting.

ardian. Her hands have been busy all the time. Like patient Griselda in Chaucer's poem, who did her spinning while she watched her sheep, "she would not have been idle till she slept." Ever since she learned at her mother's k

and in the pride of his instinct."[1] When a sheep is tempted by an enticing bit of green in the distance to stray from its companions, the dog quickly b

ered into a compact mass, the ram in their midst. The shepherdess leads the way, and the dog re

nibbling as they go, and their progress is slow. The shepherdess takes time to stop and rest now and then, propping her staff in front of her while she picks up a stitch

e shows her to be a dreamer. These long days in the open air give her many visions to dream of. He

ir soft wool was woven her warm cape and hood, and there is a genuine friendship between

set her apart from childhood for a great destiny. She grew up to be the saviour of Paris, and to-day her name is honored in a fine church dedicated to her memory. It was the crowning honor of Millet's life that he was commissioned to pain

ing. The girl's dress is blue and her cap a bright red. The light shining on her cloak

ance. We are carried out of ourselves into the boundless liberty of God's great world. "The s

which no other object of sight suggests in equal degree, and that is,-Infinity. It is of all visible things the least material, the least finite, th

1

cribed in Longfellow'

2

on "Infinity," from which also