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build more magnificently and spend more lavishly than the richest,
without ever impoverishing themselves, not knowing how they live-
if, indeed, there are any such, as has been dreamed; nor to those who
find their encouragement and inspiration in precisely the present
condition of things, and cherish it with the fondness and enthusiasm
of lovers-and, to some extent, I reckon myself in this number; I do
not speak to those who are well employed, in whatever
circumstances, and they know whether they are well employed or
not;- but mainly to the mass of men who are discontented, and idly
complaining of the hardness of their lot or of the times, when they
might improve them. There are some who complain most
energetically and inconsolably of any, because they are, as they say,
doing their duty. I also have in my mind that seemingly wealthy, but
most terribly impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dross,
but know not how to use it, or get rid of it, and thus have forged their
own golden or silver fetters.

If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in
years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are
somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly
astonish those who know nothing about it. I will only hint at some of
the enterprises which I have cherished.

In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious
to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on
the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely
the present moment; to toe that line. You will pardon some
obscurities, for there are more secrets in my trade than in most
men’s, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from its very
nature. I would gladly tell all that I know about it, and never paint
"No Admittance" on my gate.

I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle-dove, and am still
on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them,
describing their tracks and what calls they answered to. I have met
one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and
even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud, and they seemed as
anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.

To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible,
Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet
any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about
mine! No doubt, many of my townsmen have met me returning from
this enterprise, farmers starting for Boston in the twilight, or
woodchoppers going to their work. It is true, I never assisted the sun
materially in his rising, but, doubt not, it was of the last importance
only to be present at it.

So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying
to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-
nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the
bargain, running in the face of it. If it had concerned either of the
political parties, depend upon it, it would have appeared in the
Gazette with the earliest intelligence. At other times watching from
the observatory of some cliff or tree, to telegraph any new arrival; or
waiting at evening on the hill-tops for the sky to fall, that I might
catch something, though I never caught much, and that, manna-wise,
would dissolve again in the sun.

For a long time I was reporter to a journal, of no very wide
circulation, whose editor has never yet seen fit to print the bulk of
my contributions, and, as is too common with writers, I got only my
labor for my pains. However, in this case my pains were their own
reward.

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and
rainstorms, and did my duty faithfully; surveyor, if not of highways,
then of forest paths and all across-lot routes, keeping them open, and
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