ne has the means； the patience； the eye。
To me； this little book…room is beautiful； and chiefly because it is home。 Through the greater part of life I was homeless。 Many places have I inhabited； some which my soul loathed； and some which pleased me well； but never till now with that sense of security which makes a home。 At any moment I might have been driven forth by evil hap； by nagging necessity。 For all that time did I say within myself： Some day； perchance； I shall have a home； yet the 〃perchance〃 had more and more of emphasis as life went on； and at the moment when fate was secretly smiling on me； I had all but abandoned hope。 I have my home at last。 When I place a new volume on my shelves； I say： Stand there whilst I have eyes to see you； and a joyous tremor thrills me。 This house is mine on a lease of a score of years。 So long I certainly shall not live； but； if I did； even so long should I have the wherewithal to pay my rent and buy my food。
I think with passion of the unhappy mortals for whom no such sun will ever rise。 I should like to add to the Litany a new petition： 〃For all inhabitants of great towns； and especially for all such as dwell in lodgings； boarding…houses； flats； or any other sordid substitute for Home which need or foolishness may have contrived。〃
In vain I have pondered the Stoic virtues。 I know that it is folly to fret about the spot of one's abode on this little earth。
All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to the wise man ports and happy havens。
But I have always worshipped wisdom afar off。 In the sonorous period of the philosopher； in the golden measure of the poet； I find it of all things lovely。 To its possession I shall never attain。 What will it serve me to pretend a virtue of which I am incapable？ To me the place and manner of my abode is of supreme import； let it be confessed； and there an end of it。 I am no cosmopolite。 Were I to think that I should die away from England； the thought would be dreadful to me。 And in England； this is the dwelling of my choice； this is 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； wi