From Pillar to Post 



process, what transpires is the very essence of 

 poetry, the reincarnation of what now cumbers 

 the ground. A rotting carcass ! How the very 

 mention of it moves us to shudder ! But in due 

 time that body will reappear as the vigorous 

 tree, the beautiful flower, the green grass; no 

 longer an entity, but its parent dust mingled 

 with the dust of the earth, the mother of all 

 things, that now gives it a new birth, as beau- 

 tiful as before. Consider the purpose, also the 

 ultimate result. The painter's palette wearies 

 the eye ; the tubes with their pigments that are 

 slowly vomited forth are ^adly repelling to a 

 sensitive soul : be patient. That same soul will 

 be enraptured when the canvas is ready for his 

 eye. 



A certain Dr. John Lightfoot, very learned in 

 his day, so it is said, decided and announced 

 that Eden and the rest of the world were cre- 

 ated B.C. 4004, October 23, at nine A.M. This 

 then, is the five thousand nine hundred and 

 ninth anniversary, and nowhere can it be bet- 

 ter celebrated than at the foot of the meadow 

 hickory. Why! Because I am satisfied. I am 

 celebrating the day. For music, I have the 

 songs of many birds ; for applause, the cawing 



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