What we get from the country is solid, substantial, enduring, reliable.

What comes from the artificial conditions of the city is weakening, enervating, softening.
The country youth, on the other hand, is in the midst of a perpetual miracle.

He can not open his eyes without seeing a more magnificent painting than a Raphael or a Michael Angelo could have created in a lifetime.

And this magnificent panorama is changing every instant.
There is a miracle going on in every growing blade of grass and flower.
Is it not wonderful to watch the chemical processes in nature's laboratory, mixing and flinging out to the world the gorgeous colorings and marvelous perfumes of the rose and wild flower! No city youth was ever in such a marvelous kindergarten, where perpetual creation is going on in such a vast multitude of forms.
The city youth has too many things to divert his attention.

Such a multiplicity of objects appeals to him that he is often superficial; he lacks depth; his mind is perpetually drawn away from his subject, and he lacks continuity of thought and application.