Now Comes The Mystery.

Scepticism Is A Barren Coast, Without A Harbor Or Lighthouse.

The Sun Does Not Shine For A Few Trees And Flowers, But For The Wide World's Joy.

To The Great Tree-loving Fraternity We Belong. We Love Trees With Universal And Unfeigned Love, And All Things That Do Grow Under Them Or Around Them - The Whole Leaf And Root Tribe. Not Alone When They Are In Their Glory, But In Whatever State They Are - In Leaf, Or Rimed With Frost, Or Powdered With Snow, Or Crystal-sheathed In Ice, Or In Severe Outline Stripped And Bare Against A November Sky - We Love Them.

There Is Nothing That A New-englander So Nearly Worships As An Argument.

Why Is Not A Rat As Good As A Rabbit? Why Should Men Eat Shrimps And Neglect Cockroaches?