Excerpt from An Horable Surrender In the springWhen proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing. Shakspeare. Around the village of Unity, lie low and swampy meadow-lands, crossed and recrossed by the many arms of a shallow river that winds its silver threads over their broad surface. Meadows are like some examples of human worth, - they keep their loveliness for their lovers only. Why should the sight of a stretch of marshes fill and satisfy a beauty-loving soul? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.