The Rambles of an Idler 



There is likely to be something radically 

 wrong if you do not find your own thoughts 

 sufficient company. To alter a familiar saying, 

 converting it into sound sense, ' t one is company 

 and two's a crowd." Of course I mean to 

 apply this only to an educating stroll. When 

 the tongue is busy, the eyes are likely to take a 

 rest. We may see, but only blurred images, if 

 all the while we are discussing that which is 

 foreign to the place. Better, when you stand 

 where flowers grow, to be one with them. Let 

 the bird's song make a bird of you and not 

 merely a half-hearted listener. Whole-heart- 

 edness is absolutely required. Then the out- 

 door world is a new one, and though you may 

 not have gone a dozen rods from your door- 

 step, when you return it is as a traveller from 

 far distant lands. 



"I love not man the less, but Nature more." 

 An honest thought in every rambler's breast. 

 Then, too, there are people and people. He 

 who considers his own welfare and comfort 

 must draw sundry distinctions. 



A spring poet has no rights that editors are 

 bound to recognize. The spring poet takes his 



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