Under the trees . \X^ - INCE I turned the key on my study I havealmost forgotten theJ ,1 familiar titles onr, J^^ /I which my eye rested^^f^j£:r whenever 1 took asurvey of my book-shelves. Thosefriends stanch and true, with whom 1 haveheld such royal fellowship when skies werechill and winds were cold, will not forgetme, nor shall I become unfaithful to have gone abroad that I may return laterwith renewed zest and deeper insight to myold companionships. Books and nature arenever inimical; they mutually speak for andinterpret each other; and only he whostands where their double light fal
Under the trees . \X^ - INCE I turned the key on my study I havealmost forgotten theJ ,1 familiar titles onr, J^^ /I which my eye rested^^f^j£:r whenever 1 took asurvey of my book-shelves. Thosefriends stanch and true, with whom 1 haveheld such royal fellowship when skies werechill and winds were cold, will not forgetme, nor shall I become unfaithful to have gone abroad that I may return laterwith renewed zest and deeper insight to myold companionships. Books and nature arenever inimical; they mutually speak for andinterpret each other; and only he whostands where their double light falls seesthings in true perspective and in rightrelations. The road along whose winding course Ihave been making a delightful pilgrimage27 7; W m.
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