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OHADOWS and sunlight were racing over the 



fields, and why should I not run after them ? 

 It were no vainer quest than many that occupy 

 our time and attention, whether in youth or old 

 age. Then, too, though August, the day was cool, 

 and the flecked sky above and mottled fields be- 

 low were equally attractive. Whatever thy eyes 

 find to see, see it with all thy might. There are 

 hidden beauties that diligence may bring to light ; 

 and if the day's gathering is but a single pleasant 

 thought, that day has not been spent in vain. 



Every footpath way that I recalled still had 

 novelty in store, and will have to the end of time. 



1 had no fear of mere repetition of other days 

 when I set out. Such is never the wise pedes- 

 trian's fate. The most familiar sights and sounds 

 will prove new experiences if they suggest new 

 thoughts ; and this is always possible. Why should 

 we tire of a familiar tree more than of a familiar 

 face? It should be as pleasant to say "good- 

 morning " to-day as it was yesterday. I walked 



