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these things were created especially for 

 us !" For them ! little accidents of evolu- 

 tion ; insects of a day, bumbling over this 

 brief globe. Nay, truly, the bird, the bat, 

 the tree, the flower, have the same right, 

 cause, and purpose here as men. We are, 

 happily, come in time to enjoy this beauty 

 that is the world. If beauty is not seen, 

 strike your breast and cry Alack ! for you 

 are blind. True, there is no place for con- 

 stant happiness, but we neglect much hap- 

 piness because we will not stop to catch it, 

 or to let it catch us. It flashes on us out 

 of a bird-note, a glance at a hill-top, the 

 greeting of an eye. We are so busy we 

 may not indulge it, busy with our temporal 

 affairs, while eternities are everywhere in 

 sight and hearing. Neglect not these calls. 

 It may be a distant bell, a wind in the trees, 

 the uprising of a childish mood or memory : 

 if it summons to serenity and new life, no 

 business of the race is so urgent. It is use- 

 less to seek for happiness, or even for con- 

 tent But let them alone and they come 

 to you, like women. Even heroes find 

 that they must adapt themselves to the 



