. New York Infant Asylum Annual Report. ANNUAL REPORT ^adies Commi ttee of tbe Mount V ernon iSrancI}. To the Board of Managers: When towards the close of some bright summers day, wewatch the sun sinking beyond the snowy peaks of the SwissAlps, we say, the day has gone; its pains and pleasureshave passed away into the darkness and silence of yester-day, and neither pen nor pencil can bring back to us, normake to live again, the phantom hours that are already asshadows. But while the eye rests vaguely on the distantmountains, lo! it lights again with a rosy flame, bathingevery peak and crevice
. New York Infant Asylum Annual Report. ANNUAL REPORT ^adies Commi ttee of tbe Mount V ernon iSrancI}. To the Board of Managers: When towards the close of some bright summers day, wewatch the sun sinking beyond the snowy peaks of the SwissAlps, we say, the day has gone; its pains and pleasureshave passed away into the darkness and silence of yester-day, and neither pen nor pencil can bring back to us, normake to live again, the phantom hours that are already asshadows. But while the eye rests vaguely on the distantmountains, lo! it lights again with a rosy flame, bathingevery peak and crevice with a soft radiance, and in that su-preme hour the traveler recognizes the after-glow—thepride and joy of all who have lingered under the shadowof the lovely Jungfrau. So with the year that lias taken on its record all that wehave done or failed to do in our Mount Vernon Home. Wemust be patient, and if in our lifetime we do not see theafter-glow and cannot delight ourselves with its warm, purelight, the morrow will dawn, in which we
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