14 BOULDER REVERIES. 



matter, the energy which go to make the ego 

 would be somewhere, but I would probably be 

 lacking. 



For the same reason that I care little for ge- 

 nealogies T care little for fossils; except in so 

 much as they teach me something of the past 

 life of the earth. Rather would I at any time 

 study the living plant or animal, with the sap 

 or blood running riot through its veins, than the 

 remains of some ancient flora or fauna whose 

 protoplasm was congealed ages ago by the demon 

 of death. There is life enough on earth, full 

 of interest in action and in habit, for study by 

 mankind, without so many men spending their 

 best days in poring over the critical points of 

 some crinoid which ceased to exist a million 

 years ago. 



The glory of the morning-glory, how it en- 

 trances me. 'Tis a flower whose beauty is with- 

 out a peer. On these August morns the bell- 

 shaped, blue, pink or white flowers peep out 

 from scores of openings amidst the vines, which 

 clamber over fence and shrub, and nod a wel- 

 come as I appear. The eye of each flower is set 



