



ON PLAIN AND PEAK 



reward of life. They keep us worthy of ourselves; 

 and when we are alone, we are only nearer to 

 the absent." 



And with these words I end my little volume. 

 To you, my friends to you who have been the 

 companions of my wanderings I write these last 

 lines. You, at least, will take my meaning. 

 Perchance, in these sketches poor though they 

 be you may catch one ray of a Bohemian sunset 

 may breathe again a draught of pure, clear air from 

 the snow-clad mountains of Tyrol ! If so, I shall 

 be well content. 







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