CHAPTER IV. 



BEAUTY. 



There are so many beautiful things in one's 

 world. No matter where we are, in what 

 tropic or season, day or night, on the ground 

 or under it, in the air or up in the sky, beauty 

 is everywhere and in prodigal profusion. The 

 processes of evolution have ever been toward 

 the beautiful in whatever realm worked, the 

 physical or mental or spiritual. That is the 

 very law of its progress. It ever has been so 

 and ever will be so. Each hour of each season 

 carries its own light, tinting things and 

 thoughts. How endless its play and perfect 

 its charm. Once the eye trained to beauty de- 

 tects it everywhere and in its every-varying 

 moods, now in the atmosphere, on the lawn, 

 through and all about the swaying trees, suf- 

 fusing flower-beds and shrubs, far out over the 

 receding landscape, even to the background of 

 mountains touching the horizon. 



The pencillings of light are everywhere ar- 

 tistic and exquisite. Color, in endless variety, 

 plays enchantress with life's commoner things 

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