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Show "Perpdual dtootion to what a man t!alZ. hil. buBineaa:; :~Y,.: :: :;,: tained by perpetual neglect of many other tJu,nga. A . h meana t:ertain that a man' 1 burine.a ia the moat importa;:;l th;no he aa to do."-RoBERT LouiS STEVENSON: An Apology for .,. . A LAZY, IDLE BROOK I A CASUAL INTRODUCTION 0 N the South Shore of Long Island, all things incline to a natural somnolence. There are no ambitious mountains, no braggart cliffs, no hasty torrents, no bustling waterfalls in that land, "In which it seemeth always afternoon." The salt meadows sleep in the summer sun ; the farms and market-gardens yield a placid harvest to a race of singularly unhurried tillers of the soil; the low hills rise with gentle slopes, not caring to get too high in the world, only far enough to catch a pleasant glimpse of the sea and a breath of fresh air; the very trees grow leisurely, as if they felt that they had "all the time there is." And from this dreamy land, close as it lies to the unresting ocean, the tumult of the breakers and the foam of everturning tides are shut off by the languid lagoons of l213 |