. In the forest of Arden. who aspire to become her beneficiarieswithout having made good their claimby some service or self-denial; she re-wards those only who^ like herself, findmusic in the tempest as well as in thesummer wind; joy in arduous serviceas well as in careless ease. A worldin which there were no labours to beaccomplished, no burdens to be borne,no storms to be endured, would be aworld without true joy, honest pleasure,or noble aspiration. It would be afool^s paradise. The Forest of Arden is not withoutits changes of weather and and I had fancied that it wasalways
. In the forest of Arden. who aspire to become her beneficiarieswithout having made good their claimby some service or self-denial; she re-wards those only who^ like herself, findmusic in the tempest as well as in thesummer wind; joy in arduous serviceas well as in careless ease. A worldin which there were no labours to beaccomplished, no burdens to be borne,no storms to be endured, would be aworld without true joy, honest pleasure,or noble aspiration. It would be afool^s paradise. The Forest of Arden is not withoutits changes of weather and and I had fancied that it wasalways summer there, and that sunlightreigned from yearns end to years end;if we had been told that storms some-times overshadowed it, and that the icyfang of winter is felt there, we shouldhave doubted the report. We had a good deal to learn when we first went 62 ^. -m ikkiJiiluiiiiliJi ill 111. irfiMlMUfiitriliimllllllMliliilHIIlllilllllil !lli11illliiililfcTOiiiJi::;iiiHl|;fi1l!l-:!lli|i|liiil».
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