MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 151 



SEVENTEENTH WEEK. 



T like to go into the garden these 

 -*- warm latter days, and muse. To muse 

 is to sit in the sun, and not think of 

 any thing. I am not sure but goodness 

 comes out of people who bask in the 

 sun, as it does out of a sweet apple 

 roasted before the fire. The late Sep 

 tember and October sun of this latitude 

 is something like the sun of extreme 

 Lower Italy : you can stand a good deal 

 of it, and apparently soak a winter sup 

 ply into the system. If one only could 

 take in his winter fuel in this way ! The 

 next great discovery will, very likely, be 

 the conservation of sunlight. In the 

 correlation of forces, I look to see the 

 day when the superfluous sunshine will 



