274 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



attention upon it in order to see a little of 

 that grace of which the world is full. 



I think if people only knew how much 

 easier it is to transplant the sky than it is 

 to transplant safely anything else, they 

 would always have a bit of it growing 

 within their line of vision. I mean people 

 who live in the country, that is, people who 

 actually live. Even those who survive in 

 the city, if they are so fortunate as to own 

 or rent a parallelepipedon (I believe that is 

 the word) twenty feet by a hundred, begin 

 ning at the centre of the earth and extend 

 ing into infinite space, might plant a bit of 

 the sky in their back yard, and so get into 

 near relations with something that is pure 

 and true, if changeable. But I am wrong as 

 to the shape of these little tuppenny-ha penny 

 city possessions. The sides are not parallel, 

 but instead, each starts from an invisible 

 point at the centre of the earth, and, reach 

 ing the designated size at the surface, con 

 tinues to broaden and broaden out into 

 infinite space forever and ever, amen. And 

 the peculiarity of this little matter, infinity, 

 is that out there there is no need to quarrel 

 about boundaries, but how many soever 

 there may be of these closely packed muni 

 cipal neighbours, though their number be 



