You Must Find Your Own

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.

It Is Not Often Given In A Noisy World To Come To The Places Of Great Grief And Silence.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.

Such A Nice Day - Out All Day Up In The Carter Notch Direction, Trout-fishing, With The Long Drive There And The Long Drive Home Again In Time For Supper. It Was A Lovely Brook And I Caught Seven Good Trout And One Small One - Which Eight Trout-persons You Should Have For Your Breakfast If Only You Were Near Enough. It Was Not Alone The Fishing, But The Delightful Loneliness And Being Out Of Doors.

Do Not Hurry Too Fast In These Early Winter Days, - A Quiet Hour Is Worth More To You Than Anything You Can Do In It.