Part 139 (2/2)

He who has a trade h the world

--_From the Spanish_

1945

INFLUENCES OF FOREIGN TRAVEL

One of the re fron tour, especially his first return, is: ”Well I' that foreign travel has increased his love for his own country--in other words, has toned up his patriotisent Ae is a betterentleman past middle life, recently returned fro asked if he couldbeen ”made a better American,” replied: ”Yes; I think I a had a deal of conceit knocked out of me” That was a profitable experience

_From Baltimore Sun, November, 1906_

1946

He that would htful

1947

It will be observed, that when giving me (Boswell) advice as to my travels, Dr Johnson did not dwell upon cities, and palaces, and pictures, and shows He was of Lord Essex's opinion, who advises his kinso a hundred miles to speak with one wise man, than five miles to see a fair town”

--_Boswell's Johnson_

1948

_Deuteronomy xxxiii, 19_--”They shall suck of the abundance of the seas, and of the treasures hid in the sand”

A the hardshi+ps experienced by the first settlers in North Areatly distressed for food, which led the women and the children to the sea side to look for a shi+p which they expected with provisions, but no shi+p appeared for many weeks; they saw in the sand, however, vast quantities of shellfish, since called claer ith they fed wholly upon them, and were as cheerful and well as they had been before in England, enjoying the best provision It is added, that a good man, after they had all dined one day on cla them to ”suck of the abundance of the seas, and of treasures hid in the sand” This text, which they had never before observed particularly, was ever after endeared to them

1949

THE BEECH TREE'S PEtitION

O leave this barren spot to h bush or floweret never grow My dark unwar shade below; Nor summer bud perfume the dew, Of rosy blush, or yellow hue!

Nor fruits of autulossy leaves adorn; Nortribes from me derive Th' ambrosial amber of the hive; Yet leave this barren spot to me: Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

Thrice twenty sureen; And many a wintry wind have stood In bloomless, fruitless solitude, Since childhood in my pleasant bower First spent its sweet and sportive hour, Since youthful lovers in my shade Their vows of truth and rapture -forgotten naentle sound, First breathed upon this sacred ground; By all that Love has whisper'd here, Or Beauty heard with ravished ear; As Love's own altar honor me: Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

--_Thomas Campbell_