Forest leaves . orenecessary than a gun to get the most thorough enjoyment from ones va-cation. What we like determines what we are, and is the sign of what we are. —Rusk in. Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, anda touch that never hurts. —Dickens. Xo one is living aright unless he so lives that whoever meets him goesaway more confident and joyous for the contact. —Watchman. The whole secret of remaining young in spite of years, is to cherishenthusiasm in ones self, by poetry, by contemplation, by charity—that is,by the maintenance of harmony in the soul. —Amid. Li
Forest leaves . orenecessary than a gun to get the most thorough enjoyment from ones va-cation. What we like determines what we are, and is the sign of what we are. —Rusk in. Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, anda touch that never hurts. —Dickens. Xo one is living aright unless he so lives that whoever meets him goesaway more confident and joyous for the contact. —Watchman. The whole secret of remaining young in spite of years, is to cherishenthusiasm in ones self, by poetry, by contemplation, by charity—that is,by the maintenance of harmony in the soul. —Amid. Life, misfortune, isolation, poverty are the fields of battle which havetheir heroes—obscure heroes, who are sometimes grander than those whowin renown. —Victor Hugo. There is no bitterness in poverty, where met, looked at, even laughedat, for it binds all the family together hand in hand, teaches endurance,self-dependence and best of all lessons, self-renunciation. —D. M. Mulock. 20 FOREST In the Adirondack^ with Rod and Rifle. WE were four—General Criss, Fred Bai-ler, a stock-broker, Bulger, a Danish chemist,and myself. We met at the New York CentralDepot at 6 :^o p. m., and, taking train, we wereto be at Port Kent, upon Lake Champlain,next morning. From this point we were toride fifty miles and plunge into the wildernessat Martins, upon the Lower Saranac. Bulgerwas the hunter, and he carried his new repeat-ing rifle with a military air. Fred B. was theWalton of the party, loaded with rods andlanding-nets, and learned in flies and leaders and subtle ways to lure thefish. General Criss and I were to be instructed in woodcraft. We bundleinto our seats, the gong sounds, and we are moving up the Hudson in thetwilght. At the Highlands our game of whist is interrupted by a mostsublime thunder-storm. The clouds, big, black, and swiftly tumbling inmid-air, seemed, as they rushed down the river, to crush the everlastinghills; but, passing, they left but a pale
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