ON THE MANUSCRIPTS OF GOD 



of inability to define the limitation of her 

 rights, one remembers her as the artists love 

 to paint her, lying easefully under the trees, 

 unvexed by the turmoil of the world, and 

 giving to the landscape a vital touch which 

 makes a connecting link between it and man. 



Finally, no inventory of the assets of a 

 pasture would be complete without some 

 mention of the glamour of its "woodland ad- 

 joining" and the bo-peeping birds, blossoms, 

 and ferns that live in it. From the adjoining 

 woodland come to the ears of the cosmo- 

 politan house-party in the pasture the rarer 

 songs of rarer birds which seldom leave their 

 wooded privacies. When the hermit thrush, 

 the wood thrush, and the veery give their 

 choicest scores, morning, noon, and evening, 

 they make any seat in a near-by pasture more 

 valuable than a season symphony ticket. 



One might go on writing volumes on the 

 entertainment offered by the natural resi- 

 dents of a pasture and the fugitive winged 

 minstrels which flit through and around it. 

 But enough, perhaps, has been said to show 

 that a pasture, often scorned by a farmer as 



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