An inland voyage, and Travels with a donkey . nd in our travels is an honest friend. He isa fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel, indeed, to find are the end and the reward of life. They keep us worthy ofourselves; and, when we are alone, we are only nearer to the absent. Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular letter to the friendsof him who writes it. They alone take his meaning; they findprivate messages, assurances of love, and expressions of gratitudedropped for them in every corner. The public is but a generouspatron who defrays the postage. Yet, though the lette
An inland voyage, and Travels with a donkey . nd in our travels is an honest friend. He isa fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel, indeed, to find are the end and the reward of life. They keep us worthy ofourselves; and, when we are alone, we are only nearer to the absent. Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular letter to the friendsof him who writes it. They alone take his meaning; they findprivate messages, assurances of love, and expressions of gratitudedropped for them in every corner. The public is but a generouspatron who defrays the postage. Yet, though the letter is directedto all, we have an old and kindly custom of addressing it on the out-side to one. Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of hisfriends? And so, my dear Sidney Colvin, it is with pride that I signmyself affectionately yours, R. L. S. VELAY Many are the mighty things, andnought is more mighty thanman. . He masters by hisdevices the tenant of the fields.— Antigone. Who hath loosed the bands of thewild ass ? — t:.! q;..^ Florae ^^r^<^^^jt^,^§
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