and fountains, and birds and beauty on every side on us.

And though I felt and knew that in them big carriages that was a
passin' 2 and fro all the time, though I felt that parasols, and
puckers, and laces, and dogs, and diamonds, wuz a bein' borne past
me all the time, yet sech is the force of my mind that I could
withdraw my specks from 'em, and look at the beautiful works of
nater (assisted by man) that wuz about me on every hand.

Finally my long search wuz rewarded, we came to a big open gateway
that seemed to lead into a large, quiet delightful forest. And in
that lovely, lonesome place, Josiah and me sot down to recooperate
our 2 energies.

Josiah looked good to me. Men are nice creeters, but you don't
want to see too meny of 'em to once, likeways with wimmen. Josiah
looked to me at that moment some like a calico dress that you have
picked out of a dense quantity of patterns of calico at a store,
it looks better to you when you get it away from the rest. Josiah
Allen looked good to me.

But anon, after I had bathed my distracted eyes (as you may say)
in the liniment of my pardner, I began to take in the rare beauty
of the seen laid out before me and we arose and wended our way
onwards peaceful and serene, as 2 childern led on by their mother.

Dear Mother Nature! how dost thou rest and soothe thy distracted
childern when too hardly used by the grindin', oppressive hands of
fashion,and the weerisome elements of a too civilized life. Maybe
thou art a heathen mother, oneducated and ignorant in all but the