A VISIT TO MOUNT AGASSIZ 239 



considerations of tliis nature may be sup- 

 posed to enter more or less into the problem. 

 But Mount Agassiz offered me nothing to 

 be puzzled over ; I felt no need of orienta- 

 tion nor any stirrings of inquisitiveness. 

 On my left was the Mount Washington 

 range, in front were Lafayette and Moosi- 

 lauke, with the valley intervening, and on 

 the right, haze-covered to-day, rose peak 

 after peak of the Green Mountains. These 

 things I knew beforehand. I had not come 

 to this Pisgah-top to study a lesson in geo- 

 graphy, but to enjoy the sight of my eyes. 



Still I must practice patience. Time — 

 indispensable Time — is a servant that can- 

 not be hurried, nor can his share of any 

 work be done by the cleverest substitute. 

 " Beautiful ! " I said, and felt the word ; 

 but the beauty did not come home to the 

 spirit, filling and satisfying it. I wonder at 

 people who scramble to such a peak, stare 

 about them for a quarter of an hour, and 

 run down again contented. Either the plate 

 is preternaturally sensitive, or the picture 

 cannot have been taken. 



For myself, I have learned to wait; and 



