Each one’s world is but a clearing in the forest, so much open and inclused ground. When the mail coach rumbles into one of these, the villagers gaze after you with a compassionate look, as much as to say: “Where have you been all this time, that you make your debut in the world at this late hour? Nevertheless, here we are; come and study us, that you may learn men and manners.

There is a season for everything, and we do not notice a given phenomenon at any other season, if, indeed, it can be called the same phenomenon at any other season. There is a time to watch the ripples on Ripple Lake, to look for arrowheads, to study the rocks and lichens, a time to walk on sandy deserts; and the observer of nature must improve these seasons as much as the farmer his. So boys fly kites and play ball or hawkie at particular times all over the State. A wise man will know what game to play to-day, and play it.

April 7. Tuesday. Went to wall:in the woods. WhenI had got half a mile or more away in the woods alone,and was sitting oil a rock, Nvas surprised to be joinedby It’s large Newfoundland dog Ranger, who hadsmelledme out and so tracked me.Would that I could add his woodcraft to my own! He would trot along before me as far as the winding wood-path allowed me to see him, and then, with the shortest possible glance over his shoulder, ascertain if I was following. At a fork in the road he would pause, look back at me, and deliberate which course I would take.

Weather changes at last to drizzling.
In criticising your writing, trust your fine instinct.There are many things which we come very near ques-tioning, but do not question. When I have sent offmy manuscripts to the printer, certain objectionablesentences or expressions are sure to obtrude themselves on my attention with force, though I had not con-sciously suspected them before. My critical instinct then at once breaks the ice and comes to the surface.