Nature has no kindness, no hospitality, during a rain. In the fiercest heat of sunny days she retains a sweet mercy, and welcomes the wayfarer to shady rooks of the woods whither the sun cannot penetrate; but she provides no shelter against her storms.— Hawthorne. To those who are employed and busy, time flies with great rapidity. Life is tedious only to the idle. Nothing is more monotonous than the ticking of the clock to him who has nothing to do but to listen to it. When you find a man or woman of mature years who is remarkably well preserved, it is a man or woman who has a good supply of sugar in his or her disposition. Without virtue and without integrity the finest talents and most brilliant accomplish ments can never gain the respect and concili ate the esteem of the truly valuable part of mankind. * I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief, in which the pant mg breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.—Richter.
March 15, 1892.
THE CROMWELL ARCUS.
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