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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 



AN ENTHUSIASTIC PRESIDENT OF THE STAMFORD BOARD OF TRADE. 



stage of your life. In the buzz and tur- 

 moil of an active business career how 

 sweet are the smiles of the flowers 

 which greet you as you rush from the 

 house to the garage. In later years 

 what a satisfaction to say I laid out 

 that garden or I planted that tree, for 

 we well know that during many years 

 the beauty we have created will min- 

 ister to some one. 



Money and Scientific Pursuits. 

 There is one thing which a man of 

 original scientific or philosophical 

 gfenius in a rightly ordered world 

 should never be called upon to do. He 

 should never be called upon to "earn 

 a living;" for that is a wretched waste 

 of energy, in which the highest intellec- 

 tual power is sure to suffer serious 

 detriment, and runs the risk of being 

 frittered away into hopeless ruin. Like 

 his great predecessor and ally, Sir 

 Charles Lyell, Mr. Darwin was so fav- 

 ored by fortune as to be free from this 

 odious necessity. He was able to de- 

 vote his whole life with a single mind 

 to the pursuit of scientific truth, and to 



ministering in the most exalted way to 

 the welfare of his fellow-creatures. — 

 John 1'iske in a memorial lecture on 

 ( 'harles Darwin. 



WAITING. 



By John Burroughs. 



Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 

 Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; 



I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, 

 For lo! my own shall come to me. 



I stay my haste, I make delays, 

 For what avails this eager pace? 



I stand amid the eternal ways, 



And what is mine shall know my face. 



Asleep, awake, by night or day, 

 The friends I seek are seeking me; 



No wind can drive my bark astray, 

 Nor change the tide of destiny. 



What matter if I stand alone? 



I wait with joy the coming years; 

 My heart shall reap where it hath sown, 



And garner up its fruits of tears. 



The waters know their own, and draw 



The brook that springs in yonder heights; 



So flows the good with equal law 

 Unto the soul of pure delights. 



The stars come nightly to the sky; 



The tidal wave unto the sea; 

 Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, 



Can keep my own away from me. 



