1Q4 Windfalls 



their age ! Hold fast that which is good, 

 even though it was old before the pyramids 

 were built. 



I love to loiter : to do so, in spite of the 

 dictionary, is not to be lazy nor idle nor 

 careless necessarily. When I expressed this 

 opinion, it was claimed that I did not loiter 

 when out of doors, but sauntered. I turned 

 back to the dictionary and think still that I do 

 loiter, and I love to do so. It is not strange. 

 I never was sent on that childish horror, an 

 errand, that " don't loiter" was rung in my 

 ears. I always did and always shall. Haste 

 and method are well enough for youth and 

 men of science, but let me go my own gait, 

 and I will talk all day to blooming thistles, if 

 I choose ; or write my name in dust, for the 

 first chance breeze to obliterate. What a 

 silent, slow, but sure undertaker is the dust ! 

 There is not a withered weed or blasted 

 grass-blade but dust finds for it a covering. 

 We in time are to return to dust, but the lat- 

 ter meets us more than half-way. It is forever 

 on the lookout for the cessation of some ac- 

 tivity, and falls upon it slowly, silently, but 

 sure. I never took a quick step in this old 

 orchard, the surroundings do not permit of 



