No doubt the efflux of the soul [is?] comes through beautiful _^gates of laws that we may at some future period _^perhaps a few score millions of years, we may understand better.—At present, its _^tide is what we folks call capricious, and cannot well be traced * ( ).—Why as I just catch a look _^in the railroad car at some workman's half turned face, do I love that being, woman? tThoughtless that she is neither young nor beautiful? fair featured complexioned?,——she [illegible] remains in my memory afterward for a year, and I calm myself to sleep at night by thinking of her.—Why are be there men I meet, and many others I know, that when while they are with me, the sunlight of Paradise

warms expands my blood—that _^when if I walk with an arm of theirs around my neck, my soul leaps and laughs like a new-waked child—scoots and courses like a caressed an unleashed dog caressed—that when they leave me the pennants of my joy sink flat from the and lank in the deadest calm?—

Why, do I as I sit at my table in do flocks of thoughts, ideas, some twittering as wrens _^or chirping or robins pee [sweets?]? some soft as pigeons, some screaming as eagles sea-hawks, some shy and afar off as the wild brant, some            _^invariably why do these swarms beat their _^countless wings and clutch

their feet upon me, as I sit in the adjoining room near by, to where my brother is practising [on?]at the piano?—There is a certain block between my house and the sSouth ferry, not especially different from other blocks _^[densely?] bordered by trees;: Why then do I never pass it there, without new and large and beautiful melodious thoughts thoughts descending upon me?—I think _^I guess _^they hang there, winter and summer, [ply?] the limbs of those trees and continually drop the [fruit?] upon if I travel that [block?] way. Some fisherman that always—stop to pass the time-O-day with give good morning to, and pass _^ten or twenty minutes as he draws his seine by the shore—_^some carpenter working his rip saw through a plank— some driver, as I ride on top of the stage,—men rough, rough, not handsome, not accomplished—why do I know that the subtle chlo-

roform of our spirits is affecting each other, and though we may never meet encounter not again, we know feel that we two have pass exchanged the _^right mysterious unspoken password _^ of the night, and have are thence free entrance comers to each the guarded tents of each others' love most interior love?

*(What is the cause meaning, any how, of my love _^ attachment adhesiveness for toward others?—What is the cause of theirs love toward for for me?)—(Am I loved by them boundlessly because my love for them is more boundless?—)

I should think poorly of myself if I could should be even a few days with any community _^either of sane or insane people, and not make them convinced, whether they acknowledged it or not, with _^of my truth, my sympathy, and my dignity.—I should be assured certain enough that those attributes were not in me.—The Although it may balk and tremble a few moments on its balance? it is will surely signify

No piety that macerates and flogs itself, and refuses women and laughter and a rich florid long, strong florid life, is equal begins to be piety in comparison with that which
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If your souls do not

The most accomplished lapidary cannot tell separate the real opal an ? and from their counterfeits in glass, as so unerringly as the soul can tell what is its truth and what is sham.—Yet in the superb ordinations, this clarifying and separating power _^in any thing like perfection is not arrived at in any thing like perfection, hastily.—Nature is not a young fellow *

In the city when the streets have been long neglected, they heap up banks of mud in the shape of graves, and put boards at the head and feet, with very significant inscriptions.—

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O yes the Fugitive Slave Law is obeyed northerly every day in the year—except three hundred and sixty-five

All this Religion of the world -          - as it is let us not be too stern with it—it is the meagre grass thin and pale and yellow which shows the life of the soil; and

A bell-ringer went out _^at night to sound his alarm for a fire.—After two or three rings, the notes ceased, and when they went to see, the bell ringer was dead.—

are _^be [cut away] ready.—[cut away] amplitude of her means, [illegible] time is inconceivably ample.—Therefore It is for sShe does not rush, and nor get in any tight spot that needs hard scratching

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Comes some one to a man saying, your mother is famished, your brother is blue and dead with cold, and the man answers, I have [big?] meat, but it is inconvenient to go for it _^just now; and I have cloth but it is out of reach on a high shelf

Inexplicably curious is the con what we call happiness.—I have felt the strange sweet mystery more for forty minutes cleaning _^and gresing my boots, than

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Has what I have said an            seized upon your soul and set its sign there

If not then I know there is no elementary vigor the in my words

If it have not, then I throw my words with among the _^other parings and crusts of the swill tub, and go home and bathe myself, and listen to music, and touch my lips to the flesh of sleeping children, and _^come and try again.

The Poet

What you call your Religion, however warm it may paint it as with as much red as you can stick on—wrench the biggest words to to describe it—and then multiply many fold; yet it is _^yet too feeble feeble and cold babyish for the Poet.—He must will have something _^infinitely more alive and ample and strong and fiery and comprehensive.—

There is an ugliness undone and unspoken, worse than the any sins of ignorance or bad temper uncouth ways..—A man shall maliciously tell of some the chap _^at the table picking his teeth with the dinner fork, and show

For thy soul, that is so large that _^whose far spreading the breasts shoulders burst the overcoat of the universe, as _^too insupportably inconceivably cramping pinching and scant and of no small account.—that who t takes the suns for its toys toys, and soon wants something better—they will you bring a piece tailor up the little hood and tunic tailored for _^sizable to some poor consumptive child, and made horribly gaudy with spangles of tin?

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an ill bred soul heart far worse than more dismal than any want of etiquette.

SLooking to the outer scrofulous politics whose of Europe, and what comes thence, Men folks think it a dismal thing when the kings that some king or kings daughter, un unseated from their thrones and exiled, should pine and linger, and be starved of the grand pre-sustenance which honors and prerogatives of

But all

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Greatness is simply development

Shall Does tThe clothier comes supercilious _^and swallow tailed and swallow-tailed, wh with _^and flirts his measuring tape, and shears for the _^my Soul whose —my Soul that, with far-stretching bulging shoulders bursting the overcoat of the universe heavens as insupportably pinching and scant—who takes fiery suns for toys, and soon wants some thing brighter;—and can will the swallow tailed gentlemen loud promising gentlemen duly send home to me nothing better than this _^little tunic for some poor consumptive child—this baby hood, with spangles of tin?