CHAPTER XY. 
OUT OF DOOES WITH NATUEE. 
Out of doors ! We weary of tliis unceasing labor — are 
choking to death, of the stagnant air of heaped up cities, 
which, with their gutter-defiled trigonometries, set at defiance, 
of assoilation, the straight currents of Heaven's fresh air — 
leaving us to moan and SAvelter amidst pestilential stagnations ! 
Let us go, 0 ye who yearn for purer odors than the steam 
of the kitchen ! Let us go forth — out of doors with Nature ! 
Aye ! and when her fresh breath shall come upon our seamed 
and heated brows, it shall be with an alchemy more strange 
than the Elixir of vain Cagliostro — more marvellous than all 
Spells, Philosophers' Stones, and Fortunatus' Caps — more 
potent than the wizard edicts of that eldest brother of shad- 
owy science — hoar Astrology ! 
To be sure we ought all of us to be astrologists — perhaps 
minus the science ; for should we not feel humbly — that, as 
we are children of the earth, so we may be moved as she is 
moved, in that of us which is earthy ? — and that, as the stars 
are God's flowers of thought — so are those meek wild flowers 
which we find upon her bosom, the starry bloomings of the 
thought of earth ! Should we not learn, too, to read their 
teachings? — ^perhaps thus the blossoming of Life may be 
renewed in us. 
Be this as it may — these flowers, and trees, and birds — we 
love them best and dearly " out of doors !" 
We know that these Stars may speak drear things to us, 
