next and forever. The most positive life that history notices has been a constant retiring out of life, a wiping one's hands of it, seeing how mean it is, and having nothing to do with it.
April 8, 1841. Friends are the ancient and honorable of the earth. The oldest men did not begin friendship. It is older than Hindostan and the Chinese Empire. How long has it been cultivated, and still it is the staple article. It is a divine league struck forever. Warm days only bring it out to the surface. There is a friendliness between the sun and the earth in pleasant weather. The gi'ay content of the land is its color.
You can tell what another's suspicions are by what you feel forced to become. You will wear a new character, like a strange habit, in his presence.
April 8, 1852. . . . . I notice the alder in blossom, its reddish-brown catkins now lengthened and loose. What mean the apparently younger small red (catkins?)? They are the female aments.
April 8, 1853. . . . . Saw and heard my small pine warbler shaking out his trills or jingle, even like money coming to its bearing They appear so much the smaller from perching high in the tops of white pines, and flitting from tree to tree at that height. Is not my
