14 THE HOME OF A NATURALIST, 



the busy world within reach. He rests there as he 

 wished, beside the Love of fifty years. 



As I thoucfht of the long life which had found refuge 

 from care, and comfort for sorrow, in that creation 

 which was given by its Maker for the use of man, I 

 recalled some lines by Longfellow, which seemed most 

 appropriate to such reflections : — 



' ' He wandered away and away 



With Nature, the dear old nurse. 

 Who sang to him niglit and day 

 The rhymes of the universe. 



" 'Come wander with nie,' she said, 

 ' Unto regions yet untrod ; 

 And read what is still unread 

 In the manuscripts of God.' 



" And whenever the way seemed long, 

 Or his heart begin to fail, 

 She would sing a more wonderful song, 

 Or tell a more marvellous tale." 



Then bending over that grave, I remembered his 

 words : " God's book of Nature is the best book I know, 

 and the most perfect revelation of His Fatherhood that 

 can be desired. The man who can study Nature and 

 not see a Father's love, care, wisdom, and direction in 

 it, must be a man with intellect undeveloped." 



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