. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . me good Latin ones, to which I inclined, were put asidebecause I was besought, for what I considered good reasons,to have nothing but English. It has always been my wayto ask advice very rarely, and then to follow it. But onthis occasion I preferred a motto of my own to all that wereoffered in English ; and Wordsworth gave it his emphaticapprobation. Come ! Light! Visit me ! stands emblaz-oned on my dial; and it has ever been, I believe, as frequentand impressive a
. Sun dials and roses of yesterday; garden delights which are here displayed in every truth and are moreover regarded as emblems . me good Latin ones, to which I inclined, were put asidebecause I was besought, for what I considered good reasons,to have nothing but English. It has always been my wayto ask advice very rarely, and then to follow it. But onthis occasion I preferred a motto of my own to all that wereoffered in English ; and Wordsworth gave it his emphaticapprobation. Come ! Light! Visit me ! stands emblaz-oned on my dial; and it has ever been, I believe, as frequentand impressive a monitor to me as ever was any dial whichbore warning of the fugacious nature of life and time. I think no one can read these fine and forcefulextracts without feeling a deep interest in this dial,and I am glad to present here the artistic photographof it sent me by Miss Martineaus niece. The sun-dial in the garden of Sir William Hum-phrey, Great Brington, Northamptonshire, has thesame speaking motto, come light ! visit me. Thegreat beauty of this dial-pedestal, and its lovelysetting of tuberous Begonias is shown on page Sun-dial of Harriet Martineau, The Knoll, Ambleside, England. BOSTON COLLEGE LIBfvARVCHESTNUT HILL. MASS. The Charm and Sentiment of Sun-dials 27 To me the sun-dial ever recalls two incidentalscenes in my life. The first, through some curiouspsychological twist, is one in which a sun-dial tookno part whatever; it was the only time in my lifewhen I felt alone in the world. To few people and but seldom is it given to feelutterly alone with nothing but the sun and the Jeffries, in that perfect prose poem 2beStory of my Heart, tells of the pantheism of thehills; of his sense of loneness on a hilltop, thatthe earth held him and pressed him and spoke tohim, and he felt an emotion that was as if his wholelife were poured out in a prayer. It was in mid-summer that a similar sense came to me as to thatstrange creature, Emily Dickinson : — There came
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