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and usefulness, and you will have done lovely things — not 

 dreamt them — and thus made of your life a grand, sweet song. 

 For where else save on the life-giving farm, where you are bound- 

 ed by the blue sky above, the resourceful, fruitful earth beneath 

 and around you nature in all her strength and loveliness, can you 

 more easilv do "as vou like it?" 



Mrs. Estei.le W. Wilcox, 



Truthfulh' says the enraptured Duke in the Forest of Arden 

 "Now my co-mates and brothers in exile, 

 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet 

 Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods 

 More free from peril than the envious court? 

 Here feel we best the penalty of Adam, 

 The season's difference, as the icy fang 

 And churlish chidings of the winter's wind. 

 Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 

 Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say. 

 This is no flattery, these are my counsellors 

 That feelingly persuade me what I am. 

 Sweet are the uses of adversity, 

 Which like the toad, ugly and venomous. 



