26 WOODLAND IDYLS. 



upon its fullness. It was then the gem of the 

 heavens, shining resplendent in its borrowed 

 light, just as many a human shines with the 

 glory of some relative whose deeds have brought 

 honor and fame unto his name. 



Even yet the moon of yester-eve is visible just 

 above the horizon in the west. Faint yet dis- 

 tinctly evident it rests, reflecting the rays of 

 the morning sun from its upper half. Far, far 

 beyond it are stars and other moons by thou- 

 sands, out, far out in that space so vast that 

 eye of human cannot pierce, that mind of hu- 

 man cannot grasp. space illimitable! 

 time unceasing ! matter indestructible ! 

 forces of nature transmutable ! what deeds have 

 been accomplished, what changes have been 

 wrought, what worlds have been evolved, what 

 chaos has been changed into cosmos, by the com- 

 binations of thy four equations during the eter- 

 nity of the past ! 



The sunshine strikes my tent between six and 

 nine A. M. and one and three P. M. Under 

 the oak in my front yard, which forms my can- 

 opy most of the time I am at home, it seldom 

 falls. My days while here are mine. I do not 

 even have to hoe beans. I can listen to the 

 music of the south winds or to the throb of the 

 heart of the universe. I can choose the dazzling 

 rays on the unsheltered sward in which to bask 

 or in the shade of oak and maple can I pass 



