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the guide pricks up his ear3 and says, "The beavers 

 are at work." So these carpenters of the wilder- 

 ness ply their vocation with no sound of ax or saw. 

 A crow made his appearance and appeared ambitious 

 of the distinction of being the noisiest crow that 

 ever cawed. There was not a note of which his 

 throat was capable on which he did not perform all 

 the variations; then with a petulant and querulous 

 complaint he rose from the dead pine and flew away 

 across the hills. But even the crow only made the 

 silence more silent, as his black plumage increased 

 the whiteness of the gray pine on which he was 

 perched. 



When, however. Nature would exhibit that form 

 of beauty called grandeur, she does not always 

 regard it inappropriate to call for noble music. We 

 admire the ocean, but only where it breaks upon 

 the shore, and where, with a massive rush, the 

 waves leap at and partly climb the cliffs, and perse- 

 veringly return after each rebuff to try again. All 

 this would not be perfect art in silence; or without 

 the boom of the smiting waters and the liquid roar 

 of a billion of bursting bubbles. 



The love of beauty will not give us the pleasure 

 of which we are capable without close and habitual 

 attention. We are walking along the paths of a 

 very beautiful world. It is a perpetual panorama, 

 passing by us every day; and we shall add greatly 

 to the happiness of life, and to the elevation and 

 purification of all our faculties, if we acquire the 



