THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 

 air, packs countless numbers together 

 in the needles of a fir-tree. Prodigality 

 and superfluity are stamped on every- 

 thing she does. The ear of wheat re- 

 turns a hundredfold the grain from 

 which it grew. The surface of the earth 

 offers to us far more than we can con- 

 sume—the grains, the seeds, the fruits, 

 the animals, the abounding products are 

 beyond the power of all the human race 

 to devour. They can, too, be multiplied 

 a thousandfold. There is no natural 

 lack. Whenever there is lack among 

 us it is from artificial causes, which 

 intelligence should remove. From the 

 littleness, and meanness, and niggardli- 

 ness forced upon us by circumstances, 

 what a relief to turn aside to the ex- 

 ceeding plenty of Nature! There are no 

 bounds to it, there is no comparison to 

 parallel it, so great is this generosity.— 

 'The Life of the Fields': Meadow 

 Thoughts. 



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