Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The Eldest Voice

Now, To Tell My Story--if Not As It Ought To Be Told, At Least As I Can Tell It,--i Must Go Back Sixteen Years, To The Days When Whitbury Boasted Of Forty Coaches Per Diem, Instead Of One Railway, And Set Forth How In Its Southern Suburb, There Stood Two Pleasant House Side By Side, With Their Gardens Sloping Down To The Whit, And Parted From Each Other Only By The High Brick Fruit-wall, Through Which There Used To Be A Door Of Communication; For The Two Occupiers Were Fast Friends.

Have Thy Tools Ready. God Will Find Thee Work.

There Are Two Freedoms - The False, Where A Man Is Free To Do What He Likes; The True, Where He Is Free To Do What He Ought.

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.

You Must Not Talk About 'ain't And Can't' When You Speak Of This Great Wonderful World Round You, Of Which The Wisest Man Knows Only The Very Smallest Corner, And Is, As The Great Sir Isaac Newton Said, Only A Child Picking Up Pebbles On The Shore Of A Boundless Ocean.