SEVENTEENTH WEEK. 



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 September 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 supply into the sys 

 tem. 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 



