Anonymous, The Emigrant's Lost Son; or, Life Alone in the Forest
“ The quietness is that of a pause in the running stream of time; the air is motionless, the leaves hang pendant, as waiting in the presence of a deity for permission to resume the business of growth. The silence that reigns at the hour of noon is peculiarly of a religious character; there is nothing to which it can be compared but itself. From the nobles of the forest to the minutest insect, all appear to be at their devotions—the propensity to kill, for the time being, is forgotten or suspended,— "The passions to divine repose alone Persuaded yield; and love and joy are waking." ”
