It was pleasant to see their old home loves, brought into connection with their new splendors.

Wherever there were traces of this tenderness of feeling, only too rare among Americans, other things bore signs also of prosperity and intelligence, as if the ordering mind of man had some idea of home beyond a mere shelter beneath which to eat and sleep.
No heaven need wear a lovelier aspect than earth did this afternoon, after the clearing up of the shower.

We traversed the blooming plain, unmarked by any road, only the friendly track of wheels which bent, not broke, the grass.

Our stations were not from town to town, but from grove to grove.

These groves first floated like blue islands in the distance.