In the Sierra 



iaterial particle from form to form, ever 

 :hanging, ever beautiful. 



Mr. Delaney arrived this morning. Felt 

 lot a trace of loneliness while he was gone. On 

 the contrary, I never enjoyed grander com- 

 pany. The whole wilderness seems to be alive 

 and familiar, full of humanity. The very 

 stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly. 

 \o wonder when we consider that we all 

 have the same Father and Mother. 



August 31. Clouds .05. Silky cirrus 

 wisps and fringes so fine they almost escape 

 notice. Frost enough for another crop of 

 crystals on the meadows but none on the 

 forests. The gentians, golden-rods, asters, etc., 

 lon't seem to feel it ; neither petals nor leaves 

 are touched though they seem so tender. 

 Every day opens and closes like a flower, 

 noiseless, effortless. Divine peace glows on 

 all the majestic landscape like the silent en- 

 thusiastic joy that sometimes transfigures a 

 loble human face. 

 September i. Clouds .05, motionless, 



