Beecher On His Love For Nature

un, leí me xeii you a nttie uip auout inyselí once Ín a whilp. I wouldn't take all the books of the Alexandrian library for the comfort I get out of nature. Nay, I bad almost said, I would rather lose uiy Bible than my world. There ia no sunlight that does not speak to me of God. I sit down on the hill-side in the suminer afternoon and the grasshopper jumps over me freshmanlike, jumping flrst and looking where he will land afterward. I sit so still that the birds forget me, and sing as though I were not thore. The ants creep all over me. am in fellowship with all. I am never so near to Him. This earth is acathedral whose Windows are painted with rare beauty. Eveiy day is a leaf in God's outside Bible. I did not once enjoy all this, but 1 owe to Euskin more than to any tbeologian. Eyes I had but saw not ; ears I had but didn't hear. I have becorae Hebraized. I have gone baok to the noble stock, to the people who learned to discover the invisible God by the use of things seen. " Building castles in Spain, Mr. S.?" said the landlady to Spicer, who was thoughtfully regarding his breakfss cup. " No, ma'am," said Spicer, " only looking over my ground in Jara."