In April 1882 My Father Died; And

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.

Great Success In Examinations Does Naturally Not As A Rule Go With Originality Of Thought.

The Other Thing That Happened In 1883 Was My Reading Of Thoreau's Walden.

We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of The Sea, And Its Voice Was In Our Ears Night And Day.

Do Not Think Too Much Of The Dead Husk Of Your Friend, Or Mourn Too Much Over It, But Send Your Thoughts Out Towards The Real Soul Or Self Which Has Escaped — To Reach It. For So, Surely You Will Cast A Light Of Gladness Upon His Onward Journey, And Contribute Your Part Towards The Building Of That Kingdom Of Love Which Links Our Earth To Heaven.