A Seasonable Divagation 133 



A Seasonable Divagation 



IN the bright blazing heat of July, this penulti 

 mate year of the century, it is more than 

 ever an escape that one makes when he 

 leaves the city for mountain, lake or seashore. 

 There is more to escape from than for a whole 

 generation past. Thrust aside the city, forget 

 the telegraph and the newspaper ; under God s 

 free sky, breathing vital air, in touch with the 

 wholesome earth, come into community with 

 the original state of man, amid the healing ele 

 ments that have not heard of war or known of 

 greed. 



Be there balsam or brine in the air that we 

 seek, it refreshes the jaded nerves of the denizen 

 of cities, worn upon by contact with his kind 

 until life itself is ajar with noise and noisomeness, 

 and has become indeed like &quot; a tale told by an 

 idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.&quot; 

 The old earth receives her children with the same 

 uncaring aspect ; emotionless it accepts our love ; 

 without passion it responds to our fever ; we 



