H2 UNDER THE TREES. 



in that other world to which I shall return, but to 

 which I shall never wholly belong. The most soli 

 tary moods of Nature are not incommunicable ; 

 they may be shared by those who can forget them 

 selves and hold their minds open to the elusive but 

 potent influences of the forest. He who can es 

 cape the prison of habit and work and routine can 

 say with Emerson : 



&quot; When I am stretched beneath the pines, 

 When the evening star so holy shines, 

 I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, 

 At the sophist schools and the learned clan ; 

 For what are they all, in their high conceit, 

 When man in the bush with God may meet ? &quot; 



