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an Indian-summer day. The shrub oaks and the sprouts make woods you can
look down on. They are now our rustling gardens. The leaves of the
former are now a very handsome leather-color, whiter on the under side,
clear and firm; smooth, and not shrivelled nor dimmed. It is a new
color for a garden; something foreign and Oriental, even, it suggests. I find acorns which have sent a shoot down into the earth this fall. Like many of my contemporaries I had rarely for many years used animal food, or tea or coffee, etc., etc., not so much because of any ill effects which I had traced to them in my own case, though I could theorize extensively in that direction, as because it was not agreeable to my imagination. It appeared more beautiful to live low and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went just far enough to please my imagination. But now I find myself somewhat less particular in these respects. I carry less religion to the table, ask no blessing, not because I am wiser than I was, but, I am obliged to confess, because, however much it is to be regretted, with years I have grown more coarse and indifferent. The repugnance to animal food and the rest is not the result of experience, but is an instinct. November 27, 1852 Other Entries |