The Pleasures of Life by Sir John Lubbock
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[1] Seneca. [2] Ruskin. [3] Morris. [4] Helps. CHAPTER VIII. THE PLEASURES OF HOME. "There's no place like Home."--_Old English Song_. It may well be doubted which is more delightful,--to start for a holiday which has been fully earned, or to return home from one which has been thoroughly enjoyed; to find oneself, with renewed vigor, with a fresh store of memories and ideas, back once more by one's own fireside, with one's family, friends, and books. "To sit at home," says Leigh Hunt, "with an old folio (?) book of romantic yet credible voyages and travels to read, an old bearded traveller for its hero, a fireside in an old country house to read it by, curtains drawn, and just wind enough stirring out of doors to make an accompaniment to the |
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