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fruit; when the earth is one vast city, whose young 

 children behold neither the green of the field nor the 

 blue of the sky, and hear no song but the hiss of the 

 steam, and know no music but the roar of the furnace; 

 when the old sweet silence of the countryside, and the 

 old sweet sounds of waking birds, and the old sweet 

 fall of summer showers, and the grace of a hedgerow 

 bough, and the glow of the purple heather, and the 

 note of the cuckoo and cushat, and the freedom of 

 waste and of woodland and all things are dead and re- 

 membered of no man ; then the world, like the Eastern 

 king, will perish miserably of famine and of drought, 

 with gold in its stiffened hands, and gold in its withered 

 lips and gold everywhere; gold that the people can 

 neither eat nor drink, gold that cares nothing for them, 

 but mocks them horribly ; gold for which their fathers 

 sold peace, and health, and holiness, and beauty; gold 

 that is one vast grave." Ouida. 



Heaven. " My heart is fixed firm and stable in the 

 belief that ultimately the sunshine and the summer, 

 the flowers and the azure sky, shall become, as it were, 

 interwoven into man's existence. He shall take from 

 all their beauty and enjoy their glory. " Richard 

 Jefferies, The Life of the Fields. 



Modern Savagery. "Civilization is a nervous 

 disease. " Clarence King. 



Humanity. "Reading and writing are not educa- 

 tional, unless they make us feel kindly towards all 

 creatures. " Ruskin. 



Walton's Depth. "In Walton's angling works a 

 child may wade and a giant swim. " John Ryan. 



