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A human life, I think, should be well rooted in some spot of native land, where it may get the love of tender kinship with the face of earth, with the labours men go forth to, with the sounds and accents that haunt it, with whatever appeals to the affecti

Only here are the first, especially vivid memories coloured by sincere sympathy, while friendly acquaintance with all one's neighbours, dogs and donkeys included, is acquired not by sentimental effort and reflection but by a dear habit that has entered the flesh and blood. At five years old mortals