In Many Walks Of Life, A Conscience

Under Our Present Enormous Accumulation Of Books, I Do Affirm That A Most Miserable Distraction Of Choice Must Be Very Generally Incident To The Times; That The Symptoms Of It Are In Fact Very Prevalent, And That One Of The Chief Symptoms Is An Enormous 'gluttonism' For Books.

Solitude, Though It May Be Silent As Light, Is Like Light, The Mightiest Of Agencies; For Solitude Is Essential To Man. All Men Come Into This World Alone And Leave It Alone.

Cows Are Amongst The Gentlest Of Breathing Creatures; None Show More Passionate Tenderness To Their Young When Deprived Of Them; And, In Short, I Am Not Ashamed To Profess A Deep Love For These Quiet Creatures.

Here Was The Secret Of Happiness, About Which Philosophers Had Disputed For So Many Ages, At Once Discovered; Happiness Might Now Be Bought For A Penny, And Carried In The Waistcoat-pocket; Portable Ecstasies Might Be Had Corked Up In A Pint-bottle; And Peace Of Mind Could Be Sent Down By The Mail.

Flowers... That Are So Pathetic In Their Beauty, Frail As The Clouds, And In Their Coloring As Gorgeous As The Heavens, Had Through Thousands Of Years Been The Heritage Of Children - Honored As The Jewelry Of God Only By Them - When Suddenly The Voice Of Christianity, Counter-signing The Voice Of Infancy, Raised Them To A Grandeur Transcending The Hebrew Throne, Although Founded By God Himself, And Pronounced Solomon In All His Glory Not To Be Arrayed Like One Of These.