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Title: Our Sunday book of reading and pictures
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Archer, Thomas, 1830-1893
Subjects: English literature American literature
Publisher: London : Griffith Farran Okeden & Welsh
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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n of natural forms is a delight. The influence of theforms and actions in Nature is so needful to man, that in its lowest functions itseems to lie on the confines of commodity and beauty. To the body and mindwhich have been cramped by noxious work or company. Nature is medicinal,and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney, comes out of the din andcraft of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In UNIVERSAL BEAUTY. 247 their eternal calm he finds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand ahorizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough. But in other hours, Nature satisfies by its loveliness, and without any mixtureof corporeal benefit. I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over againstmy house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share.The long, slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. Fromthe earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid
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transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and con-spire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few cheapelements! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperorsridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria, the sunset and moonrise my Paphos, andunimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the sensesand the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophyand dreams. R. W. EMERSON. ( 248 ) ©Jfte QfficacLj o^ Sratjer. Chelsea, June 9, 1870.—Dear Sir,—You need no apology for addressingme ; your letter itself is of amiable ingenuous character, pleasant and interest-ing to me in no common degree. I am sorry only that I cannot set at rest, orsettle into clearness, your doubts on that important subject. What I myselfpractically, in a half-articulate way, believe on it, I will try to express for you.First, then, as to your objection of setting up our poor wish or will in oppositionto the will of the Eter

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