It is strange horv little in general people Iinow 

 about the s^p. // is the part of creation in which 

 Nature has done more for the sake of pleasing 

 man, more for the sole and evident purpose of 

 talking to him and teaching him, than in anjj other 

 of her "works, and it is just the part in which we 

 least attend to her. . . . There is not a 

 moment of anjj da^ of our lives when Nature is 

 not producing scene after scene, picture after pi'c- 

 ture, glor^ after glory, and working still upon 

 such exquisite and constant principles of the most 

 perfect beauty, that it is quite certain it is all done 

 for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure. 

 And every man, wherever placed, however far 

 from other sources of interest or of beauty, has this 

 done for him constantly. . . . The sky is 

 for all. 



RUSKIN, 



"Modern Painters" 



We nestle in Nature, and draw our living as 

 parasites from her roots and grains, and we re- 

 ceive glances from the heavenly bodies, which 

 call us to solitude and foretell the remotest future. 

 The blue zenith is the point in which romance and 

 reality meet. I think if ^^ should be rapt away 

 into all that and dream of heaven, and should 

 converse with Gabriel and Uriel, the upper sky 

 would be all that would remain of our furniture. 



Emerson, 



"Nature" 



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