CONCLUSION. 
To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change 
of air and scenery. Thank Heaven, here is not all the 
world. The buck-eye does not grow in New England, 
and the mocking-bird is rarely heard here. The wild- 
goose is more of a cosmopolite than we; he breaks his 
fast in Canada, takes a luncheon in the Ohio, and 
plumes himself for the night in a southern bayou. 
Even the bison, to some extent, keeps pace with the 
seasons, cropping the pastures of the Colorado only till 
a greener and sweeter grass awaits him by the Yellow¬ 
stone. Yet we think that if rail-fences are pulled down, 
and stone-walls piled up on our farms, bounds are 
henceforth set to our lives and our fates decided. If 
you are chosen town-clerk, forsooth, you cannot go to 
Tierra del Fuego this summer: but you may go to the 
land of infernal fire nevertheless. The universe is 
wider than our views of it. 
Yet we should oftener look over the tafferel of our 
craft, like curious passengers, and not make the voyage 
like stupid sailors picking oakum. The other side of 
the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Our 
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