" Have you not seen in the woods on a late autumn 

 morning a poor fungus or mushroom — a plant without 

 any solidity, nay, that seemed nothing but a soft mush or 

 jelly — by its constant total and inconceivably gentle push- 

 ing, manage to break its way up through the frosty 

 ground, and actually to lift a hard crust on its head f 

 It is the symbol of the power of kindness" 



Emerson. 



(vi) 



