ould t I could enriccered to my ten in our literature and dear to ts of many,  of my readers. But t escapes fame, sal in t ened and ennobled by it. tter days in our lives  to our eager, impatient spirits a fulness ies, irritations and   dreams, and o see y and  fill our everyday life blossom suddenly into brigies. In a ures is a libation poured upon our discontent, and s oucain stream fress brine.

    I en been asked, quot;Do not people bore you?quot; I do not understand quite  means. I suppose tupid and curious, especially of neers, are alune. I also dislike people o talk doo my understanding. try to sen teps to suit yours; ting.

    t are dumbly eloquent to me. toucinence. I  people so empty of joy, t ips, it seemed as if I orm. Ot t. It may be only touc tential suns for me as ty ter gives me genuine pleasure.

    I  I en been unable to reply to tters; but I eful for tly I acknohem.

    I count it one of test privileges of my life to h many men of genius.

    Only te to t. As a co sit on  o tiful  God and tual  could not reaco

    carrying a t grey and depto kno and soul, love every c ties of good are greater ties of evil; and you o ; And ration of t trut kno .  liberates and lifts, In all t ens and consoles.

    Bisaug  ideas--t trut clouds  be ed, riumph.

    I am too o t ture, except to remember t I ing me tiful Someo me t I s t strange if at any moment t as  to before t away.

    Since Bis;; and Drummonds quot;Ascent of Man,quot; and I em