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Are not the mountains, waves, and skies a part 



Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? 

 Is not the love of these deep in my heart 



With a pure passion ? ' 



' We sprang from earth, the first and last home of our 

 bodies, our souls (the habitation of the spirit) evaporate 

 to the skies ; our whole nutriment is drawn from earth.' 

 And these young men were now first winning their 

 mental nutriment likewise from the lap of Nature. 



The sun was hidden : the pine-tops against the blue 

 and white clouded sky became a view in black and 

 white as the light went out. The sun burst forth 

 again : the picture became a painting. The lyrist 

 Clewberg, the only actual versifier of the party, was 

 putting his feelings gifts from the greater world, he 

 called them into tender sonorous words, when the horn 

 sounded and Linnaeus called them to a demonstration 

 on the material aspect of the world immediately about 

 them. Perhaps this was even more poetical than Clew- 

 berg's unwritten poem, which began as an invocation to 

 divers forest nymphs. ' Pooh ! nymphs ? We want no 

 nymphs,' said Linnaeus ; ' our mother Nature's beauty 

 and beneficence are enough for us. Let us keep fast 

 hold of her apron-string,' Modesty and deference 

 1 virtues of sacred obligation,' inculcated by Nasman, who, 

 insisting upon good manners, always said, i Do on the 

 hill as ye would in the hall ' prevented the younger men 

 laughing at the idea of Linnaeus never intending to fall 

 in love, nor having yet done so. 



