24 JUNE IN FRANCONIA. 
no doubt would have wondered what Mr. 
Pater could mean by his talk about natural 
objects as possessing “more or less of a 
moral or spiritual life,” as “capable of a 
companionship with man, full of expression, 
of inexplicable affinities and delicacies of 
intercourse.”” From such refinements and 
subtleties her mind would have taken refuge 
in thoughts of her baking and ironing. But 
she enjoyed the mountain; I think she had 
some feeling for it, as for a friend; and who 
knows but she, too, was one of “the poets 
that are sown by Nature’’? 
I spent two happy hours and a half at the 
summit of Lafayette. The ancient peak 
must have had many a worthier guest, but it 
could never have entertained one more hos- 
pitably. With what softly temperate breezes 
did it fan me! I wish I were there now! 
But kind as was its welcome, it did not urge 
me to remain. The word of the brook came 
true again, —as Nature’s words always do, 
if we hear them aright. Having gone as 
high as my feet could carry me, there was 
nothing left but to go downagain. “ Which 
things,” as Paul said to the Galatians, ‘“‘are 
an allegory.” 
