. In the forest of Arden. aspect of modern cities, bring back thestateliness of Rome and the beauty ofthat wonderful city whose poetry andart were but the voices of her commonlife? The murmuring stream at our doorin Arden whispered to us by day andby night the sweet secret of the happi-ness in the Forest, where no man strivesto outshine his neighbour or to encumberthe free and joyous play of his life withthose luxuries which are only anothername for care. Our modest little homesheltered but did not enslave us; it helda door open for all the sweet ministriesof affection, but it was barred again
. In the forest of Arden. aspect of modern cities, bring back thestateliness of Rome and the beauty ofthat wonderful city whose poetry andart were but the voices of her commonlife? The murmuring stream at our doorin Arden whispered to us by day andby night the sweet secret of the happi-ness in the Forest, where no man strivesto outshine his neighbour or to encumberthe free and joyous play of his life withthose luxuries which are only anothername for care. Our modest little homesheltered but did not enslave us; it helda door open for all the sweet ministriesof affection, but it was barred againstanxiety and care; birds sang at itsflower-embowered windows, and thefragrance of the beautiful days lingeredthere, but no sound from the world ofthose that strive and struggle ever en-tered. We were joyous as children in a home which protected our bodies, 78 m- mm Mf/tftt M«J/JU«MUmii<
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