"There lie the fields of my future, when this chain of gravity is unbound from my feet! Blessed am I here now, my God, and blessed shall I be there then." When he reached the suburbs, the light of homes was shining through curtains of all colors.

"Every nest has its own birds," said Joseph; "every heart its own joys!" Just then, he was in no mood to think of the sorrows.

But the sorrows are sickly things and die, while the joys are strong divine children, and shall live for evermore.
When he reached the streets, all the shops he passed were closed, except the beer-shops and the chemists'.

"The nettle and the dock!" said Joseph.
When he reached Mary's shop, he turned into the court to the kitchen-door.

"Through the kitchen to the parlor!" he said.