130 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



point of a needle, wandering from place to 

 place, crossing, meeting, and passing on, 

 each delicately and exquisitely marked 

 with a myriad lines and dots, every one 

 according to his kind ? Already you are 

 far from the beginning. You must go back, 

 far back of these until you reach the verge 

 of the amorphous, until you can hardly 

 more than guess that there exists either 

 form or motion or individuality. You find 

 at length that which gives evidence of at 

 traction or repulsion at its lowest term, at 

 a point a thousand ages before anything 

 that you can predicate as consciousness. 

 Between-this point and the point to which 

 I called your attention at the opening of 

 this note, lies the gulf which has been 

 crossed ; this is the journey of life of which 

 I speak. 



Realize it if you can. Try to picture to 

 yourself this great march of the living uni 

 verse ; the life born in the atom, growing 

 and spreading and reaching forward, life 

 added to life, life piled upon life, life ever 

 richer and fuller and deeper and higher ; 

 touch and taste and smell and sight and 

 hearing ; thought and memory and reflec 

 tion ; imagination and speculation ; love 

 and honour and reverence and devotion. 



