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with an increasing love of the country, reaches 

 my nostril. 



Let peace and quiet reign over all. Let 

 plenty abound throughout the land. Let sim- 

 plicity and love of duty be the prevailing spirit 

 of mankind. Let love grow within the heart and 

 petty passions and jealousies be forever put 

 aside. 



At such a time on such a day the rays of the 

 sun even, are slanting and mild, full of love; 

 not beating down in full, relentless force as they 

 do at noontide. They throw a haze, a glamour 

 over all. They quench the fierce longing and 

 ambition which forever keep up a tumult in the 

 human soul. They curb the willful spirit of un- 

 rest which there abideth. They bring, at times, 

 on a mid-summer eve like this, a certain con- 

 tent, a certain restfulness, which is the nearest 

 approach to happiness I ever expect to possess. 



XXIV. 



July 26, 'OS. Eight-thirty, A. M., accord- 

 ing to the time of man. Who measures nature's 

 time? The sun king of all as he progresses 

 through space. 



