26 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



failed to find that they bared their heads 

 in more reverent awe before the majesty of 

 the night, or thrilled with a greater tremu- 

 lousness at loveliness of hue or delicacy of 

 structure or fineness of tone, at the rich 

 life of the opening blossom, or the infinite 

 expressiveness of the receding hills and 

 valleys, fading away into the vast unknown 

 of the distant horizon. 



I do not mean that there are not some 

 minds in which interest in a system or in 

 a method of classification, takes the place of 

 interest in the things classified. There un 

 doubtedly are such dry-as-dusts in all de 

 partments of science in all departments 

 of life. A member of an important gov 

 ernmental commission has sometimes de 

 scribed a colleague as &quot; always seeming 

 more interested in the papers in a case 

 than in the case itself.&quot; But this is noth 

 ing to the point. It takes all sorts of peo 

 ple to make up a world. You cannot know 

 how much more enjoyment you could find 

 in flowers and trees until you have looked 

 into their history and studied their faces, 

 learned their characters, their habits and 

 their dispositions. You must lie down 

 upon the same hillside, look up at the 

 same sky, drink in the same air. You 



