138 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



summer and winter, seed-time and harvest, 

 would be for us as it they were not, at 

 length we see the sunlight again, we hear 

 the lark sing, we inhale the fragrance of 

 the rose ; as it was in the beginning, we 

 look upon creation, and behold it is very 

 good. 



The adjustment takes a little time ; we 

 have to become accustomed to the new con 

 ditions ; new channels must be opened ; but 

 the fact that stunned us in the morning 

 by the evening we have always known it. 

 If our fortunes have suddenly changed, and 

 all seems lost, wait but a few hours and we 

 are busy with new devices, seeking out new 

 combinations, finding hope where hope 

 there seemed none. 



I remember that at one time in my boy 

 hood I was engaged in an office in the 

 neighbourhood of a great town clock it 

 was that of Independence Hall in Philadel 

 phia. The peals of the bell striking the 

 hour seemed loud enough to wake the dead. 

 But after a while it became a thing of cus 

 tom. I would say to myself, &quot;I will look 

 at my watch and compare it when the clock 

 strikes twelve,&quot; and then I would go on with 

 my writing, and some time later suddenly 

 remember and take out my watch and find 



