Letters to a Friend 



number our days that we may apply our hearts 

 unto wisdom." 



I was struck with your remarks about our 

 real home of stillness and peace. How little 

 does the outer and noisy world in general know 

 of that "real home" and real inner life ! Happy 

 indeed they who have a friend to whom they 

 can unmask the workings of their real life, sure 

 of sympathy and forbearance ! 



I sent for the book which you recommend; 

 I have just been reading a short sketch of the 

 life of the mother of Lamartine. 



You say about the humble life of our Sav 

 iour and about the trees gathering in the sun 

 shine. These are beautiful things. 



What you say respecting the littleness of the 

 number who are called to "the pure and deep 

 communion of the beautiful, all-loving Nature," 

 is particularly true of the hardworking, hard- 

 drinking, stolid Canadians. In vain is the glo 

 rious chart of God in Nature spread out for 

 them. So many acres chopped is their motto, 

 as they grub away amid the smoke of the mag- 



