food.

I think with compassion of the unhappy mortals for whom no such sun will
ever rise. I should like to add to the Litany a new petition: "For all
inhabitants of great towns, and especially for all such as dwell in
lodgings, boarding-houses, flats, or any other sordid substitute for Home
which need or foolishness may have contrived."

In vain I have pondered the Stoic virtues. I know that it is folly to
fret about the spot of one's abode on this little earth.

All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to the wise man ports and happy havens.

But I have always worshipped wisdom afar off. In the sonorous period of
the philosopher, in the golden measure of the poet, I find it of all
things lovely. To its possession I shall never attain. What will it
serve me to pretend a virtue of which I am incapable? To me the place
and manner of my abode is of supreme import; let it be confessed, and
there an end of it. I am no cosmopolite. Were I to think that I should
die away from England, the thought would be dreadful to me. And in
England, this is the dwelling of my choice; this is my home.



III.


I am no botanist, but I have long found pleasure in herb-gathering. I
love to come upon a plant which is unknown to me, to identify it with the