returning home at evening--the musket-muzzles all bear bunches of flowers presented by women; Children at play--or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep, (how his lips move! how he smiles in his sleep!) The scout riding on horseback over the plains west of the Mississippi--he ascends a knoll and sweeps his eye around. California life--the miner, bearded, dressed in his rude costume--the staunch California friendship--the sweet air--the graves one, in passing, meets, solitary, just aside the horse-path; Down in Texas, the cotton-field, the negro-cabins--drivers driving mules or oxen before rude carts--cotton-bales piled on banks and wharves. Encircling all, vast-darting, up and wide, the American Soul, with equal hemispheres--one Love, one Dilation or Pride. --In arriere, the peace-talk with the Iroquois, the aborigines--the calumet, the pipe of good-will, arbitration, and endorsement, The sachem blowing the smoke first toward the sun and then toward the earth, The drama of the scalp-dance enacted with painted faces and guttural exclamations, The setting-out of the war-party--the long and stealthy march, The single-file--the swinging hatchets--the surprise and slaughter of enemies. --All the acts, scenes, ways, persons, attitudes, of these States-- reminiscences, all institutions, All these States, compact--Every square mile of these States, without excepting a particle--you also--me also. Me pleased, rambling in lanes and country fields, Paumanok's fields, Me, observing the spiral flight of two little yellow butterflies, shuffling between each other, ascending high in the air; The darting swallow, the destroyer of insects--the fall-traveller southward, but returning northward early in the spring; The country boy at the close of the day, driving the herd of cows, and shouting to them as they loiter to browse by the roadside; The city wharf--Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans, San Francisco, The departing ships, when the sailors heave at the capstan; Evening--me in my room--the setting sun, The setting summer sun shining in my open window, showing the swarm of flies, suspended, balancing in the air in the centre of the room, darting athwart, up and down, casting swift shadows in specks on the opposite wall, where the shine is. The athletic American matron speaking in public to crowds of listeners; Males, females, immigrants, combinations--the copiousness--the individuality of the States, each for itself--the money-makers; Factories, machinery, the mechanical forces--the windlass, lever, pulley-- All certainties, The certainty of space, increase, freedom, futurity; In space, the sporades, the scattered islands, the stars--on the firm earth, the lands, my lands! O lands! O all so dear to me--what you are (whatever it is), I become a