THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



August. It is the same beautiful old 

 country always new. Neither the iron 

 engine nor the wooden plough alter it 

 one iota, and the love of it rises as con- 

 stantly in our hearts as the coming of 

 the leaves. — 'Field and Hedgerow': 

 Walks in the Wheatfields. 



SUCH is the wonderful power of 

 plants. To any one who takes 

 a delight in wild-flowers, some or 

 other of the earth is always becoming 

 consecrated.— i Field and Hedgerow': 

 Locality and Nature. 



THE experience of the rudest 

 country rustic is not to be de- 

 spised ; an observation is an 

 observation, whoever makes it ; there 

 has been an air of too much science in 

 the affected decision of our forefathers' 

 wisdom.— ' Field and Hedgerow': Lo- 

 cality and Nature. 



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