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THE SILENCE OF WINTER 

 "Some three inches of snow fell last night and this morning, concluding with a fine rain, which produced a slight glaze, 

 the first of the winter. This gives the woods a hoary aspect, and increases the stillness by making the leaves immovable even 

 in a considerable wind. {Dec. 24) 



. . . What are threescore years and ten hurriedly and coarsely lived to moments of divine leisure, in which your life is 

 coincident with the life of the universe. We live too fast and coarsely. ... We consult our will and our understanding 

 and the expectation of men, not our genius. . . . Our moment of life costs many hours, hours not of business, but of prepa- 

 ration and invitation. . . . That aim in life is highest which requires the highest and finest discipline." (Dec. 2S)— Thoeeau 



