THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
OUTDOOR LIFE IN LITERATURE. 
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, 
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 
—As Vou Like It. 
IT is a familiar fact in the experience of nearly every 
student that the opening sentence or the first page of 
a new text-book is that which clings longest to the 
memory and rises most persistently into the realm of 
consciousness. The student remembers Gadlia est 
omnis divisa in partes tres when the rest of Cesar 
has vanished; and it is so with other authors, classical 
or English, whose works have been the subjects of 
study in childhood and youth. 
In days when the study of the history of English 
literature was considered the proper introduction to the 
study of the literature itself,—Times are changed and we 
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