Multitudes of men do not live with Nature, but behold it as exiles. 

 People go out to look at sunrises and sunsets who do not recognize their own, 

 quietly and happily, but know that it is foreign to them. As they do by 

 books, so they quote the sunset and the star, and do not make them theirs. 

 Worse yet, they live as foreigners in the world of truth, and quote thoughts, 

 and thus disown them. — Emerson in "Letters and Social Aims.'" 



For the sake of the "Farm," — of each valley For the sake of the "Kitchen's" hospitable 



and glade, 



Of its ever green beauty in sunlight and 

 shade ; 



Of the tramps o'er the hills and the strolls by 

 the lake, 



Of the wild woodland rides on the swift roll- 

 ing break. 



cheer, 

 Of the merry good times there through many 



a year, 

 Of spirits congenial and host so benign, — 

 For the best of all sakes, — for 'Auld Lang 

 Syne." " 



— By Alice Stead Binney in dedica- 

 tion of her romance o'f Hilda, "The Le- 

 gend of Laddin's Rock," to Win. L. Marks. 



