The Land Is Dearer For The Sea,

A Drop Of Water, If It Could Write Out Its Own History, Would Explain The Universe To Us.

The New Hampshire Girls Who Came To Lowell Were Descendants Of The Sturdy Backwoodsmen Who Settled That State Scarcely A Hundred Years Before.... They Were Earnest And Capable; Ready To Undertake Anything That Was Worth Doing. My Dreamy, Indolent Nature Was Shamed Into Activity Among Them. They Gave Me A Larger, Firmer Ideal Of Womanhood.

It Is One Of The Most Beautiful Facts In This Human Existence Of Ours, That We Remember The Earliest And Freshest Part Of It Most Vividly. Doubtless It Was Meant That Our Childhood Should Live On In Us Forever.

Some Of Us Must Wait For The Best Human Gifts Until We Come To Heavenly Places. Our Natural Desire For Musical Utterance Is Perhaps A Prophecy That In A Perfect World We Shall All Know How To Sing.

I Remember How Beautiful The Merrimac Looked To Me In Childhood, The First True River I Ever Knew; It Opened Upon My Sight And Wound Its Way Through My Heart Like A Dream Realized; Its Harebells, Its Rocks, And Its Rapids, Are Far More Fixed In My Memory Than Anything About The Sea.