it is the discerning eye which sees beauty everywhere."
"You speak just eloquently," said Lucio, and then put a thumb mark on the page he was reading and closed the book and laid it up carefully in his bookrack, and leaned on his chair and posed as if all attention to the nice chats of his true friend. "Well, what would you wish me to do—you bore?" said he smiling, in that peculiarly amiable and attractive manner of his.
"What I am driving at, dear fellow, is that—let us take our vacation in our town. Know that our town is not big, it is not grand—it is not beautiful, I wish to say,—but it is full of life. Even though it is void of gaiety, but to a man of your temperament, who is not after selfish things, such as youth is wont to enjoy, it is just full of sporting pleasure that will enchant you. Girls there are not in plenty, but you may find one to your liking. Beauty of nature is abundant and prosperity is flourishing in the veins of the fields and in the meadows green, and how the afternoon landscape will charm you—grand with all its splendor—just as the poets say; and make you forget your romances and come to real business. It is just the place where you can bring your book, lie down on the soft carpet-like grass and contemplate silently and thoughtfully on the bounties of God to man. There shall you find a truly human paradise, where there is peace, solitude and poetry in every nook of our farm, for the terraces are colored with the verdure of vegetation and the sweetness of the wild flowers . . . And—oh, mine, I cannot
