206 HARMONIES OF THE TEMPERATE ZONE. 



This milder nature was made for me, is my legitimate spouse — I 

 recognize her. And, above all, she resembles me ; like me, she is 

 gi-ave, she is laborious, she has the instinct of work and patience. 



Her renewed seasons share among themselves her great annual 

 day, as the workman's day alternates between toil and repose. She 

 gives no fniit gratuitously ; she gives what is worth all the fruits of 

 earth — industry, activity. 



With what rapture I find there to-day my image, the trace of my 

 will, the creations of my exertions and my intelligence ! Deeply 

 laboured by me, by me metamorphosed, she relates to me my works, 

 reproduces to me myself. I see her as she was before she underwent 

 this human creative work, before she was made man. 



Monotonous at the first glance, and melancholy, she exhibited 

 her forests and meadows ; but both strangely different from those 

 which are seen elsewhere. 



The meadow, the rich gi-een carpet of England and Ireland, with 

 its delicate soft sward constantly springing up afresh — not the rough 

 fleece of the Asiatic steppes, not the spiny and hostile vegetation of 

 Africa, not the bristling savagery of American savannahs, where the 

 smallest plant is woody and harshly arborescent — the European 

 meadow, through its annual and ephemeral vegetation, its lowly 

 little flowers, with mild and gentle odours, wears a youthful aspect ; 

 nay, more, an aspect of innocence, which hai'monizes with our 

 thoughts and refreshes our hearts. 



On this first layer of humble yielding herbage, which has no pre- 

 tensions to mount higher, stands out in bold contrast the strong indi- 

 viduality of the robust trees, so diflerent from the confused vegetation 

 of meridional forests. 



Who can single out, beneath such a mass of lianas, orchids, and 

 parasitical plants, the trees, themselves herbaceous, which are there, 

 so to speak, engulphed ? In our ancient forests of Gaul and Ger- 

 many stand, strong and serious, slowly and solidly built, the elm or 

 the oak — that forest hero, with kindly arms and heart of steel, which 

 has conquered eight or ten centuries, and which, when felled by man 



