162 BOULDER REVERIES. 



row. We regret yesterday. We should do to- 

 day. Our dreams might then come true. Our 

 regrets would then be few. 



XXXVH. 



July 8 f '06. Possess thyself in patience, O 

 my soul! Let seconds be as days unto thy 

 reckoning. Do well the little things which 

 come thy way. Think well the thoughts thou 

 wouldst impress upon the tablet of eternity. 



The universe is great; too great for compre- 

 hension by any human brain. 'Tis made of 

 atoms too small for human mind to grasp ; and 

 yet the one combined doth form the other. 

 Each mile we tread is made of inches. Each 

 masterpiece of man hath required years, long 

 years of earnest toil. The boulder at my side 

 is not, as it appears, one solid mass of matter, 

 but a union of grain on grain, held firmly to- 

 gether by the great force of cohesion. The oak 

 tree which towers above me for one hundred 

 feet or more, is not one living body but a union 

 of millions of cells, which for two centuries and 

 longer have been slowly forming. Minute 



