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in him. He went on in this way with increased ani- 

 mation, following the lead of a few questions I put in 

 occasionally to give direction to the narrative of his 

 experience. How much I wished I could have photo- 

 graphed him as he stood leaning on his shovel, his 

 wrinkled face and gray, thin hair moistened with per- 

 spiration, while his coat lay inside out on one of the 

 handles of his barrow! The July sun, that warmed 

 him at his work, would have made an interesting pic- 

 ture of him, if some one could have held a camera to 

 its eye at the moment. I added a few pennies to his 

 stock-in-trade, and continued my walk, thinking much 

 of that wonderful arrangement of Providence by which 

 the infinite alternations and gradations of human life 

 and condition are adjusted; fitting a separate being, 

 experience, and attachment to every individual heart ; 

 training its tendrils to cling all its life long to one 

 slightly individualised locality, which another could 

 never call home ; giving itself and all its earthly hopes 

 to an occupation which another would esteem a prison 

 discipline ; sucking the honey of contentment out of a 

 condition which would be wormwood to another person 

 on the same social level. 



On reaching Coggeshall, I became again the guest 

 of a Friend, who gave me the same old welcome and 

 hospitality which I have so often received from the mem- 



