. . . . When I shall be again free, I will enjoy all
things with the fresh simplicity of a child of five years old. I shall
grow young again, made all over anew. I will go forth and stand in a
summer shower, and all the worldly dust that has collected on me shall be
washed away at once, and my heart will be like a bank of fresh flowers
for the weary to rest upon. . . . .
6 P. M.--I went out to walk about an hour ago, and found it very
pleasant, though there was a somewhat cool wind. I went round and across
the Common, and stood on the highest point of it, where I could see miles
and miles into the country. Blessed be God for this green tract, and the
view which it affords, whereby we poor citizens may be put in mind,
sometimes, that all his earth is not composed of blocks of brick houses,
and of stone or wooden pavements. Blessed be God for the sky too, though
the smoke of the city may somewhat change its aspect,--but still it is
better than if each street were covered over with a roof. There were a
good many people walking on the mall,--mechanics apparently, and
shopkeepers' clerks, with their wives; and boys were rolling on the
grass, and I would have liked to lie down and roll too.
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