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CHAPTER VI. 
Not from life 
Have I been taken ; this is genuine life 
And this alone — the life which now I live 
In peace Eternal ; where desn-e and joy 
Together move in fellowship without end. — Wordsworth. 
All my Fern journeys were not made in tlie shape 
of tours, where public conveyances and public 
inns throw one into mixed society, giving to one's 
thoughts and associations a diffuse itinerant 
character. Some journeys there were, taken in 
choice companionship, which stand out clear and 
bright in my memory like sunlight on a hill, 
marking each blade of grass, each tiny flower, with 
a distinct existence of its own ; so that I can say, 
"as I gathered this leaf my thoughts gathered 
round some subject, made clear to me for the first 
