In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.

After All, There Is Such A Thing As Looking Like A Gentleman. There Are Men Whose Class No Dirt Or Rags Can Hide, Any More Than They Could Ulysses. I Have Seen Such Men In Plenty Among Workmen, Too; But, On The Whole, The Gentleman--by Whom I Do Not Mean Just Now The Rich--have The Superiority In That Point. But Not, Please God, Forever. Give Us The Same Air, Water, Exercise, Education, Good Society, And You Will See Whether This "haggardness," This "coarseness" (etc., For The List Is Too Long To Specify), Be An Accident, Or A Property, Of The Man Of The People.

The Loveliest Fairy In The World; And Her Name Is Mrs Do As You Would Bed One By.

No Earnest Thinker Is A Plagiarist Pure And Simple. He Will Never Borrow From Others That Which He Has Not Already, More Or Less, Thought Out For Himself.

In Proportion As Man Gets Back The Spirit Of Manliness, Which Is Self-sacrifice, Affection, Loyalty Loan Idea Beyond Himself, A God Above Himself, So Far Will He Rise Above Circumstances, And Wield Them At His Will.