XIV. 



L[FE, MOVEMENT, I'ORCE. 



EAD to a sense of things 

 existent must be the 

 wanderer . by stream, 

 lanej or mead, by 

 sea-shore or through 

 forest, who does not 

 come back from his 

 rambles with the feel- 

 ing that there is life 

 in Winter, though the 

 season be 'dead.' There is much that sleeps 

 and rests, but the pulse of life beats steadily, 

 though somewhat less vigorously than in spring, 

 autumn, and summer. Let .him look amidst the 

 furrowed bark of tree-boles, under the cover of 

 evergreen leaves, amidst the blades of grass, or 

 just under the surface of the earth, and he will 



