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I ramble through a village in Gloucestershire； a village which seems forsaken in this drowsy warmth of the afternoon。 The houses of grey stone are old and beautiful； telling of a time when Englishmen knew how to build whether for rich or poor； the gardens glow with flowers； and the air is delicately sweet。 At the village end； I e into a lane； which winds upwards between grassy slopes； to turf and bracken and woods of noble beech。 Here I am upon a spur of the Cotswolds； and before me spreads the wide vale of Evesham； with its ripening crops； its fruiting orchards； watered by sacred Avon。 Beyond； softly blue； the hills of Malvern。 On the branch hard by warbles a little bird； glad in his leafy solitude。 A rabbit jumps through the fern。 There sounds the laugh of a woodpecker from the copse in yonder hollow。 。 。 。
In the falling of a summer night； I walk by Ullswater。 The sky is still warm with the afterglow of sunset； a dusky crimson smouldering above the dark mountain line。 Below me spreads a long reach of the lake； steel…grey between its dim colourless shores。 In the profound stillness； the trotting of a horse beyond the water sounds strangely near； it serves only to make more sensible the repose of Nature in this her sanctuary。 I feel a solitude unutterable； yet nothing akin to desolation； the heart of the land I love seems to beat in the silent night gathering around me； amid things eternal； I touch the familiar and the kindly earth。 Moving； I step softly； as though my footfall were an irreverence。 A turn in the road； and there is wafted to me a faint perfume； that of meadow…sweet。 Then I see a light glimmering in the farmhouse window……a little ray against the blackness of the great hillside； below which the water sleeps。 。 。 。
A pathway leads me by the winding of the river Ouse。 Far on every side stretches a homely landscape； tilth and pasture； hedgerow and clustered trees； to where the sky rests upon the gentle hills。 Slow； silent； the river lapses between its daisied banks； its grey… green osier beds。 Yonder is the little town of St。 Neots。 In all England no simpler bit of rural scenery； in all the world nothing of its kind more beautiful。 Cattle are lowing amid the rich meadows。 Here one may loiter and dream in utter restfulness； whilst the great white clouds mirror themselves in the water as they pass above。 。 。 。
I am walking upon the South Downs。 In the valleys； the sun lies hot； but here sings a breeze which freshens the forehead and fills the heart with gladness。 My foot upon the short； soft turf has an unwearied lightness； I feel capable of walking on and on； even to that farthest horizon where the white cloud casts its floating shadow。 Below me； but far off； is the summer sea； still； silent； its ever…changing blue and green dimmed at the long limit with luminous noontide mist。 Inland spreads the undulant vastness of the sheep…spotted downs； beyond them the tillage and the woods of Sussex weald； coloured like to the pure sky above them； but in deeper tint。 Near by； all but hidden among trees in yon lovely hollow； lies an old； old hamlet； its brown roofs decked with golden lichen； I see the low church…tower； and the little graveyard about it。 Meanwhile； high in the heaven； a lark is singing。 It descends； it drops to its nest； and I could dream that half the happiness of its exultant song was love of England。 。 。 。
It is all but dark。 For a quarter of an hour I must have been writing by a glow of firelight reflected on to my desk； it seemed to me the sun of summer。 Snow is still falling。 I see its ghostly glimmer against the vanishing sky。 To…morrow it will be thick upon my garden； and perchance for several days。 But when it melts； when it melts； it will leave the snowdrop。 The crocus； too； is waiting； down there under the white mantle which warms the earth。
XXIV
Time is money……says the vulgarest saw known to any age or people。 Turn it round about； and you get a precious truth……money is time。 I think of it on these dark； mist…blinded mornings； as I e down to find a glorious fire crackling and leaping in my study。 Suppose I were so poor that I could not afford that heartsome blaze； how different the whole day would be！ Have I not lost many and many a day of my life for lack of the material fort which was necessary to put my mind in tune？ Money is time。 With money I buy for cheerful use the hours which otherwise would not in any sense be mine； nay； which would make me their miserable bondsman。 Money is time； and； heaven be thanked； there needs so little of it for this sort of purchase。 He who has overmuch is wont to be as badly off in regard to the true use of money； as he who has not enough。 What are we doing all our lives but purchasing； or trying to purchase； time？ And most of us； having grasped it with one hand； throw it away with the other。
XXV
The dark days are drawing to an end。 Soon it will be spring once more； I shall go out into the fields； and shake away these thoughts of discouragement and fear which have lately too much haunted my fireside。 For me； it is a virtue to be self…centred； I am much better employed； from every point of view； when I live solely for my own satisfaction； than when I begin to worry about the world。 The world frightens me； and a frightened man is no good for anything。 I know only one way in which I could have played a meritorious part as an active citizen……by being a schoolmaster in some little country town； and teaching half a dozen teachable boys to love study for its own sake。 That I could have done； I daresay。 Yet； no； for I must have had as a young man the same mind that I have in age； devoid of idle ambitions； undisturbed by unattainable ideals。 Living as I do now； I deserve better of my country than at any time in my working life； better； I suspect； than most of those who are praised for busy patriotism。
Not that I regard my life as an example for any one else； all I say is； that it is good for me； and in so far an advantage to the world。 To live in quiet content is surely a piece of good citizenship。 If you can do more； do it； and God…speed！ I know myself for an exception。 And I ever find it a good antidote to gloomy thoughts to bring before my imagination the lives of men； utterly unlike me in their minds and circumstances； who give themselves with glad and hopeful energy to the plain duties that lie before them。 However one's heart may fail in thinking of the folly and baseness which make so great a part of to…day's world； remember how many bright souls are living courageously； seeing the good wherever it may be discovered； undismayed by portents； doing what they have to do with all their strength。 In every land there are such； no few of them； a great brotherhood； without distinction of race or faith； for they； indeed； constitute the race of man； rightly designated； and their faith is one； the cult of reason and of justice。 Whether the future is to them or to the talking anthropoid； no one can say。 But they live and labour； guarding the fire of sacred hope。
In my own country； dare I think that they are fewer than of old？ Some I have known； they give me assurance of the many； near and far。 Hearts of noble strain； intrepid； generous； the clear head； the keen eye； a spirit equal alike to good fortune and to ill。 I see the true…born son of England； his vigour and his virtues yet unimpaired。 In his blood is the instinct of honour； the scorn of meanness； he cannot suffer his word to be doubted； and his hand will give away all he has rather than profit by a plebeian parsimony。 He is frugal only of needless speech。 A friend staunch to the death； tender with a grave sweetness to those who claim his love； passionate； beneath stoic seeming； for the causes he holds sacred。 A hater of confusion and of idle noise； his place is not where the mob presses； he makes no vaunt of what he has done； no boastful promise of what he will do； when the insensate cry is loud； the counsel of wisdom overborne； he will hold apart； content with plain work that lies nearest to his hand； building； strengthening； whilst others riot in destruction。 He was ever hopeful； and deems it a crime to despair of his country。 〃Non； si male nunc； et olim sic erit。〃 Fallen on whatever evil days and evil tongues； he rememb