So, too, his voice, and the topics
he chose in talking, gave us the feeling of out-door existence always
connected with him: of singing-birds, and the breeze of mountain-tops,
of great walnut- and chesnut-trees, and children gathering nuts beneath;
never of the solemn hush of pines, or twilight, or anything "sough"-ing
or whispering: no, all about him sounded like the free, dashing, rushing
water. So were his bright blue eyes, merry lips, and wind-crimsoned
cheeks, interpreters of his nature. They linked him firmly to the
outward. The man's soul was made up of joyfulness, strength, and a sort
of purposeless activity,--energy for its own sake. While his energies
harmonized with the right, or were exercised in the pursuit of
knowledge, one felt that he would have much power for good. But suppose
his activities to take a wrong direction, all his powers would help him
to be and enjoy the wrong. In either case, his nature would have the
same harmonious energy, and the moral part of him would not disturb the
balance of his character.
Pages:
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380
381
382
383
384
385
386
387