AWAY then to loosen, to unstring the divine bow, so tense, so long. Away, from curtain, carpet, sofa, bookfrom societyfrom city house, street, and modern improvements and luxuriesaway to the primitive winding, aforementioned wooded creek, with its untrimmd bushes and turfy banksaway from ligatures, tight boots, buttons, and the whole cast-iron civilize lifefrom entourage of artificial store, machine, studio, office, parlorfrom tailordom and fashions clothesfrom any clothes, perhaps, for the nonce, the summer heats advancing, there in those watery, shaded solitudes. Away, thou soul, (let me pick thee out singly, reader dear, and talk in perfect freedom, negligently, confidentially,) for one day and night at least, returning to the naked source-life of us allto the breast of the great silent savage all-acceptive Mother. Alas! how many of us are so soddenhow many have wanderd so far away, that return is almost impossible.
But to my jottings, taking them as they come, from the heap, without particular selection. There is little consecutiveness in dates. They run any time within nearly five or six years. Each was carelessly pencilled in the open air, at the time and place. The printers will learn this to some vexation perhaps, as much of their copy is from those hastily-written first notes.