You, Self-Poise, fill a priestly office.

Could but a larger intelligence of the vocations of others, and a tender sympathy with their individual natures, be added, had you more of love, or more of apprehensive genius, (for either would give you the needed expansion and delicacy,) you would command my entire reverence.

As it is, I must at times deny and oppose you, and so must others, for you tend, by your influence, to exclude us from our full, free life.

We must be content when you censure, and rejoiced when you approve; always admonished to good by your whole being, and sometimes by your judgment.
* * * * * Do not blame me that I have written so much suggested by the German seeress, while you were looking for news of the West.

Here on the pier, I see disembarking the Germans, the Norwegians, the Swedes, the Swiss.