IN THE DAYS OF AUDUBON 



morning; but not so many as Shakespeare, from whose writ- 

 ings pages of the most beautiful images, all founded on the 

 glory of the morning, might be filled. 



" I never thought that Adam had much advantage of 

 us from having seen the world while it was new. The 

 manifestations of the power of God, like his mercies, are 

 i new every morning ' and ( fresh every evening. 7 We see 

 as fine risings of the sun as ever Adam saw, and its risings 

 are as much a miracle now as they were in his day, and I 

 think a good deal more, because it is now a part of the 

 miracle that for thousands and thousands of years he has 

 come to his appointed time, without the variation of a 

 millionth part of a second. Adam could not tell how this 

 might be. 



" I know the morning; I am acquainted with it, and I 

 love it, fresh and sweet as it is, a daily new creation, break- 

 ing forth, and calling all that have life, and breath, and 

 being, to new adoration, new enjoyments, and new grati- 

 tude." 



The extract is a poem. Such a heart was formed to 

 welcome Audubon, and when the great interpreter of 

 the American forests came to him he found himself in 

 him, and was received with open arms by the Marshfield 

 farmer. 



So the wonders of the forests of Marshfield were dis- 

 closed to the visitor to Boston. Webster met him at a 

 banquet, and made Boston delightful to him. 



