to return immediately to the deep abstractions of science. It pleaded
weariness of the world and of the pros and cons of conflicting
theories and questions. He admitted the plea and said:--

"My mind _shall_ rest, and for a few days, possibly weeks, it shall
be passively receptive of just such influences as nature and
circumstances chance to bring to it. Who knows but that I may gain a
deeper insight into the hidden mysteries than if I were delving among
the dusty tomes of a university library? For some reason I feel to-
night as if I could look at that radiant, fragrant apple-tree and
listen to the lullaby of the birds forever. And yet their songs
suggest a thought that awakens an odd pain and dissatisfaction. Each
one is singing to his mate. Each one is giving expression to an
overflowing fulness and completeness of life; and never before have I
felt my life so incomplete and isolated.

"I wish Hilland was here. He is such a true friend that his silence is
companionship, and his words never jar discordantly. It seems to me
that I miss him more to-night than I did during the first days after
his departure. It's odd that I should. I wonder if the friendship, the
love of a woman could be more to me than that of Hilland. What was
that paragraph from Emerson that once struck me so forcibly? My aunt
is a woman of solid reading; she must have Emerson. Yes, here in her
bookcase, meagre only in the number of volumes it contains, is what I
want," and he turned the leaves rapidly until his eyes lighted on the
following passage:--

"No man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and
brain which created all things new; which was the dawn in him of
music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with