FAR AND NEAR 



up and down, and in his long, elevated flights to and 

 from his eyrie upon the remote, sohtary chffs. He 

 draws great lines across the sky ; he sees the forests 

 like a carpet beneath him, he sees the hills and val- 

 leys as folds and wrinkles in a many-colored tapes- 

 try ; he sees the river as a silver belt connecting re- 

 mote horizons. We climb mountain-peaks to get a 

 glimpse of the spectacle that is hourly spread out 

 beneath him. Dignity, elevation, repose, are his. I 

 would have my thoughts take as wide a sweep. I 

 would be as far removed from the petty cares and 

 turmoils of this noisy and blustering world. 



