ON THE MANUSCRIPTS OF GOD 



Something in the very furnishings of a 

 pasture gives the friendly invitation to tarry 

 awhile and muse and wonder. In other 

 places, winding roads may lure you on and 

 on with the promise of what lies beyond their 

 next curves. But a pasture says gently but 

 plainly, "Sit awhile," offering you your 

 choice of hundreds of rare seats, like pul- 

 pited bowlders, lichen-covered rocks, low 

 stone walls, moss-covered logs and stumps, 

 or rustic divans made by wild apple-trees, 

 which coquettishly thrust out their arms at 

 right angles to their trunks. Lacking these, 

 there is always the earth, the very lap of 

 nature, which is sure to hold you. 



In a word, a pasture, like June, is "full of 

 invitations sweet," and finely varied to meet 

 your quest. If you are hungry, a pasture 

 may offer you wild strawberries, raspberries, 

 blueberries, blackberries, or huckleberries, 

 according to the season. Some even have 

 grumpy but kindly old apple-trees hidden 

 away in odd corners of their storerooms to 

 tempt one to dare all that may become a boy. 

 Chestnuts, butternuts, beechnuts, and hazel- 



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