New Walks in Old Ways 



majesty. This great arboreal Atlas, 

 bearing upon its shaggy shoulders a 

 leafy world, uniquely graphic of col- 

 onial beginnings and development into 

 the real nationalism of Daniel Webster, 

 stands, as it should stand, upon Mas- 

 sachusetts soil. 



New England is particularly lovely 

 in the summer months. I am not so 

 sure about the winter. From Whit- 

 tier's poem, and judging from the fore- 

 thought manifested by the manner in 

 which the farm-steadings — from parlor 

 to woodshed and cattle stalls — are con- 

 structed under continuous (and usually 

 zig-zagging) roofs, one can imagine 

 that if Job had lived somewhere up in 

 the notches of Bretton Woods the 

 Lord would have omitted from his 

 "calling down" of the afflicted patriarch 

 the pertinent query, "Hast thou en- 

 tered into the treasures of the snow.""' 



The Yankees have capitalized fully 

 the charms of their summer-land, and 

 builded the broad, smooth roads over 

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