s my home。
III
I am no botanist； but I have long found pleasure in herb…gathering。 I love to e upon a plant which is unknown to me； to identify it with the help of my book； to greet it by name when next it shines beside my path。 If the plant be rare； its discovery gives me joy。 Nature； the great Artist； makes her mon flowers in the mon view； no word in human language can express the marvel and the loveliness even of what we call the vulgarest weed； but these are fashioned under the gaze of every passer…by。 The rare flower is shaped apart； in places secret； in the Artist's subtler mood； to find it is to enjoy the sense of admission to a holier precinct。 Even in my gladness I am awed。
To…day I have walked far； and at the end of my walk I found the little white…flowered wood…ruff。 It grew in a copse of young ash。 When I had looked long at the flower； I delighted myself with the grace of the slim trees about it……their shining smoothness； their olive hue。 Hard by stood a bush of wych elm； its tettered bark； overlined as if with the character of some unknown tongue； made the young ashes yet more beautiful。
It matters not how long I wander。 There is no task to bring me back； no one will be vexed or uneasy； linger I ever so late。 Spring is shining upon these lanes and meadows； I feel as if I must follow every winding track that opens by my way。 Spring has restored to me something of the long…forgotten vigour of youth； I walk without weariness； I sing to myself like a boy； and the song is one I knew in boyhood。
That reminds me of an incident。 Near a hamlet； in a lonely spot by a woodside； I came upon a little lad of perhaps ten years old； who； his head hidden in his arms against a tree trunk； was crying bitterly。 I asked him what was the matter； and； after a little trouble……he was better than a mere bumpkin……I learnt that； having been sent with sixpence to pay a debt； he had lost the money。 The poor little fellow was in a state of mind which in a grave man would be called the anguish of despair； he must have been crying for a long time； every muscle in his face quivered as if under torture； his limbs shook； his eyes； his voice； uttered such misery as only the vilest criminal should be made to suffer。 And it was because he had lost sixpence！
I could have shed tears with him……tears of pity and of rage at all this spectacle implied。 On a day of indescribable glory； when earth and heaven shed benedictions upon the soul of man； a child； whose nature would have bidden him rejoice as only childhood may； wept his heart out because his hand had dropped a sixpenny piece！ The loss was a very serious one； and he knew it； he was less afraid to face his parents； than overe by misery at the thought of the harm he had done them。 Sixpence dropped by the wayside； and a whole family made wretched！ What are the due descriptive terms for a state of 〃civilization〃 in which such a thing as this is possible？
I put my hand into my pocket； and wrought sixpennyworth of miracle。
It took me half an hour to recover my quiet mind。 After all； it is as idle to rage against man's fatuity as to hope that he will ever be less a fool。 For me； the great thing was my sixpenny miracle。 Why； I have known the day when it would have been beyond my power altogether； or else would have cost me a meal。 Wherefore； let me again be glad and thankful。
IV
There was a time in my life when； if I had suddenly been set in the position I now enjoy； conscience would have lain in ambush for me。 What！ An ine sufficient to support three or four working…class families……a house all to myself……things beautiful wherever I turn…… and absolutely nothing to do for it all！ I should have been hard put to it to defend myself。 In those days I was feelingly reminded； hour by hour； with what a struggle the obscure multitudes manage to keep alive。 Nobody kno parvo liceat producere vitam。 I have hungered in the streets； I have laid my head in the poorest shelter； I know what it is to feel the heart burn with wrath and envy of 〃the privileged classes。〃 Yes； but all that time I was one of 〃the privileged〃 myself； and now I can accept a recognized standing among them without shadow of self…reproach。
It does not mean that my larger sympathies are blunted。 By going to certain places； looking upon certain scenes； I could most effectually destroy all the calm that life has brought me。 If I hold apart and purposely refuse to look that way； it is because I believe that the world is better； not worse； for having one more inhabitant who lives as bees a civilized being。 Let him whose soul prompts him to assail the iniquity of things； cry and spare not； let him who has the vocation go forth and bat。 In me it would be to err from Nature's guidance。 I know； if I know anything； that I am made for the life of tranquillity and meditation。 I know that only thus can such virtue as I possess find scope。 More than half a century of existence has taught me that most of the wrong and folly which darken earth is due to those who cannot possess their souls in quiet； that most of the good which saves mankind from destruction es of life that is led in thoughtful stillness。 Every day the world grows noisier； I； for one； will have no part in that increasing clamour； and； were it only by my silence； I confer a boon on all。
How well would the revenues of a country be expended； if； by mere pensioning； one…fifth of its population could be induced to live as I do！
V
〃Sir；〃 said Johnson； 〃all the arguments which are brought to represent poverty as no evil； show it to be evidently a great evil。 You never find people labouring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a plentiful fortune。〃
He knew what he was talking of； that rugged old master of mon sense。 Poverty is of course a relative thing； the term has reference； above all； to one's standing as an intellectual being。 If I am to believe the newspapers； there are title…bearing men and women in England who； had they an assured ine of five…and…twenty； shillings per week； would have no right to call themselves poor； for their intellectual needs are those of a stable…boy or scullery wench。 Give me the same ine and I can live； but I am poor indeed。
You tell me that money cannot buy the things most precious。 Your monplace proves that you have never known the lack of it。 When I think of all the sorrow and the barrenness that has been wrought in my life by want of a few more pounds per annum than I was able to earn； I stand aghast at money's significance。 What kindly joys have I lost； those simple forms of happiness to which every heart has claim； because of poverty！ Meetings with those I loved made impossible year after year； sadness； misunderstanding； nay； cruel alienation； arising from inability to do the things I wished； and which I might have done had a little money helped me； endless instances of homely pleasure and contentment curtailed or forbidden by narrow means。 I have lost friends merely through the constraints of my position； friends I might have made have remained strangers to me； solitude of the bitter kind； the solitude which is enforced at times when mind or heart longs for panionship； often cursed my life solely because I was poor。 I think it would scarce be an exaggeration to say that there is no moral good which has not to be paid for in coin of the realm。
〃Poverty；〃 said Johnson again； 〃is so great an evil； and pregnant with so much temptation； so much misery； that I cannot but earnestly enjoin you to avoid it。〃
For my own part； I needed no injunction to that effort of avoidance。 Many a London garret knows how I struggled with the unwele chamber…fellow。 I marvel she did not abide with me to the end； it is a sort of inconsequence in Nature； and sometimes makes me vaguely uneasy through nights of broken sleep。
VI
How many more springs can I hope to see？ A sanguine temper would say ten or twelve； let me dare to hope humbly for five or six。 That is a great many。 Five or six spring…times； weled joyously； lovingly watched from the first celandine to the budding of the rose； who shall dare to call it a stinted boon？ Five or six times the miracle of earth reclad； the vision of splendour and loveliness which tongue has never yet described； set before my gazing。 To th