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in the steady progress, unchanged, of the beauty of the 

 seasons. Every year, as spring came back unfailing and 

 unfaltering, the leaves came out with the same tender 

 green, the birds sang, the flowers came up and opened, 

 and I felt that a great power of Nature for beauty was not 

 affected by the war. It was like a great sanctuary into 

 which we could go and find refuge for the time even from 

 the greatest trouble in the world. . . . 



The continuance of the beauties of Nature was a mani- 

 festation of something great and splendid which not all 

 the crimes and follies and misfortunes of mankind can 

 abolish or destroy. 1 



I will not make any inadequate comments. 

 We see a picture of a great man, deeply stirred 

 by the sufferings of humanity, seeking solace 

 in the beauty of Nature (by running waters). 

 It was not quite from that angle that I meant 

 to approach our dry-fly day. Let it be in the 

 ordinary work-a-day world, and let us take 

 our text from the same writer's book on Fly- 

 Fishing : 



If work be worthy or noble, the greatest satisfaction of 

 life is to be found in doing it well ; the exercise of his 

 highest powers is the glory of man's being, and the dis- 

 covery or development of them by use transcends all 

 pleasure. But not all work is of this kind, and in most 

 if not in all of it there is much drudgery, so that we are 

 tormented from time to time with a strong desire to get 



Recreation, by Viscount Grey of Fallodon. 



