. A tour round my garden . Natural history. 78 A TOUR BOUND MY 6AKDEN. rous, perhaps, than the sands of the sea, which gravitate round the sun 1 You will be very proud when you have made the tour of our world; and there are above us more worlds than you will in your voyages shake grains of sand from your feet, and aU these worlds are unalterable by you; there are some of these worlds so distant, that each of them forms in our eyes nothing but an impalpable grain of luminoiis dust. There are probably some so distant from us that their light has not yet reached us since the creation of our world
. A tour round my garden . Natural history. 78 A TOUR BOUND MY 6AKDEN. rous, perhaps, than the sands of the sea, which gravitate round the sun 1 You will be very proud when you have made the tour of our world; and there are above us more worlds than you will in your voyages shake grains of sand from your feet, and aU these worlds are unalterable by you; there are some of these worlds so distant, that each of them forms in our eyes nothing but an impalpable grain of luminoiis dust. There are probably some so distant from us that their light has not yet reached us since the creation of our world, although light travels four millions of leagues in a minute. Now, these are what I call voyages and distances; what signify the two or three thousand leagues you will have travelled when you return? Truly, the advantage is not equal to the trouble and danger. These worlds, are they destined to receive the souls of those who die? is death the commencement of immortahty? at that awful piomeut do the wings of our soul develop themselves like the wings of the butterfly which issues from the winding-sheet it has spun for itself when a caterpillar? The wind brings me, in soft breathings, delicious odours and distant sounds. From afar I can catch the notes of a horn, almost lost in the rustling of the trees; the air becomes fresh, I will go to m^ nest. Have you, in the course of your day's journey, seen as many singular things as I have perceived, without changing my place, reclining on my back on the grass? To-morrow I shall stretch myself on my Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Karr, Alphonse, 1808-1890; Wood, J. G. (John George), 1827-1889. London : F. Warne ; New York : Scribner, Welford and Armstrong
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