106 THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD. 
our feet and apples by our side were rolling plentiful, 
the tender branches with wild plums laden were earth- 
ward bowed, and the four-year-old pitch seal was 
loosened from the mouth of the wine-jars.”. And many 
a poet since Theocritus has touched upon the same 
theme. 
On one of these fair September afternoons without 
a cloud, yet windless, with a gray haze shrouding the 
bright blue, neither burning overmuch, nor chill, let us 
yield to the instinctive love which urges us to leave 
behind for a little 
“The vain low strife 
‘That makes men mad —the tug for wealth and power — 
The passions and the cares that wither life, 
And waste its little hour ;” 
and while no promise of the fruitful year seems unful- 
filled in this fair autumn tide, let us 
“Roam the woods that crown 
The uplands, where the mingled splendors glow, 
Where the gay company of trees look down 
On the green fields below.” 
But as one must come with an appetite to a feast 
in order to get the greatest enjoyment from it, so one 
must come to scenes of natural beauty with some taste 
for them or appreciation of them in order to enjoy them 
