. In the forest of Arden. drawn^ and whose strange and foreignutterance has been exchanged for themost familiar speech. Since that memo-rable afternoon under the apple trees Ihave never been far from the Forest,although at times I have lost sight ofthe line which its foliage makes againstthe horizon. I have always intendedto cross that line some day, and to ex-plore the Forest; perhaps even to makea home for myself there. But one^sdreams must often wait for their reali-sation, and so it has come to pass thatI have gone all these years withoutpersonal familiarity with these beautifulscenes. I h
. In the forest of Arden. drawn^ and whose strange and foreignutterance has been exchanged for themost familiar speech. Since that memo-rable afternoon under the apple trees Ihave never been far from the Forest,although at times I have lost sight ofthe line which its foliage makes againstthe horizon. I have always intendedto cross that line some day, and to ex-plore the Forest; perhaps even to makea home for myself there. But one^sdreams must often wait for their reali-sation, and so it has come to pass thatI have gone all these years withoutpersonal familiarity with these beautifulscenes. I have since learned that onenever comes to the Forest until he isthoroughly prepared in heart and mind,and I understand now that I could nothave come earlier even if I had madethe attempt. As it happened, I con-cerned myself with other things, andnever approached very near the Forest, ^ -^ n> . tit.
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