I was walking in the country with a friend not long ago when she noticed a leaf in the hedge so perfect in form and coloring that it stood out from all the rest. My friend picked it saying she should send it in a letter to her daughter. I called upon her in the evening and found she had been busily engaged making a fine and beautiful impression of the leaf on the top of the note paper used for her daughter's letter.
"Why did you take all this trouble?" said l. "Why not send the leaf as it is?"
"The leaf, perfect as it is, will die," she answered, "but its impression will last and be a pleasure for all time."
Would we could at the end of our lives leave as beautiful an impression as this small leaf!