as
stirred up transient strife and bitterness, so that
'incompatibility' seems almost nigh, ye are nevertheless the Two
who, by long habit, were it by nothing more, do best of all
others suit each other: it is expedient for your own two foolish
selves, to say nothing of the infants, pedigrees and public in
general, that ye agree again; that ye put away the Evil
Spirit, and wisely on both hands struggle for the guidance of
a Good Spirit!

The very horse that is permanent, how much kindlier do his rider
and he work, than the temporary one, hired on any hack principle
yet known! I am for permanence in all things, at the earliest
possible moment, and to the latest possible. Blessed is he that
continueth where he is. Here let us rest, and lay out
seedfields; here let us learn to dwell. Here, even here, the
orchards that we plant will yield us fruit; the acorns will be
wood and pleasant umbrage, if we wait. How much grows
everywhere, if we do but wait! Through the swamps we will shape
causeways, force purifying drains; we will learn to thread the
rocky inaccessibilities; and beaten tracks, worn smooth by mere
traveling of human feet, will form themselves. Not a difficulty
but can transfigure itself into a triumph; not even a deformity
but, if our own soul have imprinted worth on it, will grow dear
to us. The sunny plains and deep indigo transparent skies of
Italy are all indifferent to the great sick heart of a Sir Walter
Scott: on the back of the Apennines, in wild spring weather, the
sight of bleak Scotch firs, and snow-spotted heath and
desolation, brings tears into his eyes.*

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*Lockhart's _Life of Scott_
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O unwise mortals that forever change and shift, and say, Yonder,
not Here! Wealth richer than both the Indies lies everywhere for
man, if he will endure. Not his oaks only and his fruit-trees,
his very heart roots itself wherever he will abide;--roots
itself, draws nourishment from the deep fountains of Universal
Being! Vagrant Sam-Slicks, who rove over the Earth doing
'strokes of trade,' what wealth have they? Horseloads, shiploads
of white or yellow metal: in very sooth, what are these? Slick
rests nowhere, he is homeless. He can build stone or marble
houses; but to continue in them is denied him. The wealth of a
man is the number of things which he loves and blesses, which he
is loved and blessed by! The herdsman in his poor clay shealing,
where his very cow a