All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players;; They have their exits and their entrances;; And one man in his time plays many parts; His acts being seven ages. At first the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel; And shining morning face, creeping like snail; Unwillingly to school. And then the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad; Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel; Seeking the bubble reputation; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice; In fair round belly with good capon lin'd; With eyes severe and beard of formal cut; Full of wise saws and modern instances;; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts; Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide; For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice; Turning again toward childish treble, pipes; And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all; That ends this strange eventful history; Is second childishness and mere oblivion;; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything;
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
__Hamlin Garland, McClure's, February 1899
Embalm, v.: To cheat vegetation by locking up the gases upon which it feeds. By embalming their dead and thereby deranging the natural balance between animal and vegetable life, the Egyptians made their once fertile and populous country barren and incapable of supporting more than a meagre crew. The modern metallic burial casket is a step in the same direction, and many a dead man who ought now to be ornamenting his neighbor's lawn as a tree, or enriching his table as a bunch of radishes, is doomed to a long inutility. We shall get him after awhile if we are spared, but in the meantime the violet and the rose are languishing for a nibble at his glutaeus maximus.