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CITY AND COUNTRY LIFE 



OUR yard is only an epitome of and 

 substitute for the real thing, which is 

 the country. I do not live in town because 

 I want to, but because I must. The trade I 

 learned can be practised only in town ; its 

 pay is apt to be so restricted that retire- 

 ment on one's savings from the practice 

 of it is practically unheard of; and I want 

 to educate the children. There are no 

 groves of Academus, or I would pack them 

 off forthwith, and perhaps occupy some 

 adjacent cabin, and devote myself to rais- 

 ing potatoes and Cain for their Saturday 

 holiday. In the nearly hopeless hope of 

 some day having a home in the village of 

 my fathers, there being free to deal sau- 

 cily with mankind and take walks, I find 

 few sympathizers ; for is not art more than 



