We are not apt to remember that we grow. It is curious to reflect how the maiden waiteth patiently, confiding as the unripe houstonia of the meadow, for the slow moving years to work their will with her,—perfect and ripen her,—like it to be fanned by the wind, watered by the rain, and receive her education at the hands of nature. These young buds of manhood in the streets are like buttercups in the meadows,—surrendered to nature as they. _Nov. 7._ I was not aware till to-day of a rising and risen generation. Children appear to me as raw as the fresh fungi on a fence rail. By what degrees of consanguinity is this succulent and rank-growing slip of manhood related to me? What is it but another herb, ranging all the kingdoms of nature, drawing in sustenance by a thousand roots and fibres from all soils. LACONICISM _Nov. 8._ Prometheus' answer to Io's question, who has bound him to the rock, is a good instance:— Βούλουμα μὲν τὸ δῖον, Ἡφαίστου δὲ χείρ. (The will indeed of Zeus, of Vulcan the hand.) Also:— Πταίσας δὲ τῷδε πρὸς κακῷ, μαθήσεται, Ὅσον τό, τ᾽ ἄρχειν καὶ τὸ δουλούειν δίχα. Such naked speech is the standing aside of words to make room for thoughts. REGRET _Nov. 13._ Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it come to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh. By so doing you will be astonished to find yourself restored once more to all your emoluments. DESPONDENCY _Nov. 14._ There is nowhere any apology for despondency. Always there is life which, rightly lived, implies a divine satisfaction. I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. Disease and a rain-drop cannot coexist. The east wind is not itself consumptive, but has enjoyed a rare health from of old. If a fork or brand stand erect, good is portended by it. They are the warrant of universal innocence. FAREWELL _Nov. 19._ Light-hearted, thoughtless, shall I take my way, When I to thee this being have resigned, Well knowing where, upon a future day, With us'rer's craft more than myself to find. LINNÆUS _Nov. 22._ Linnæus, setting out for Lapland, surveys his "comb" and "spare shirt," "leather breeches," and "gauze cap to keep off gnats," with as much complacency as Buonaparte would a park of artillery to be used in the Russian Campaign. His eye is to take in fish, flower, and bird, quadruped and biped. The quiet bravery of the man is admirable. These facts have even a _novel_ interest.[78] _Nov. 29._ Many brave men have there been, thank Fortune, but I shall never grow brave by comparison. When I remember myself I shall forget them. BRAVERY