My cottage is my own, and I'm a happier man than either of your fathers.

Look about you, boy--here, at the great God's handiwork; wherever your eyes rest, you see beauty.

Look at this silvery flashing river, the lovely great trees, the beautiful cliffs, and up yonder in the distance at the soft blues of the mountains, melting into the bluer skies.

Did you ever see anything more glorious than this dale ?" "Never," cried the lad enthusiastically.
"Good, boy! That came from the heart.

That heart's young and soft, and true, as I know.