ilight, and, talking (let us suppose) of men's given
names, agrees that if either should have a son he shall be named after
the other. Walking in the gathering dusk, two and two, since the world
began, there have always been young men who have time to one another
plighted their troth. If one is not still one of these, then, in the
sense here used, journeys are over for him. What is left to him of
life he may enjoy, but not journeys. Mention should be made in passing
that some have been found so ignorant of the nature of journeys as to
suppose that they might be taken in company with members, or a member,
of the other sex. Now, one who writes of journeys would cheerfully be
burned at the stake before he would knowingly underestimate women. But
it must be confessed that it is another season in the life of man that
they fill.

They are too personal for the high enjoyment of going a journey. They
must be forever thinking about you or about themselves; with them
everything in the world is somehow tangled up in these matters; and
when you are with them (you cannot help it, or if you could they would
not allow it), you must be forever thinking about them or yourself.
Nothing on either side can be seen detached. They cannot rise to that
philosophic plane of mind which is the very marrow of going a journey.
One reason for this is that they can never escape from the idea of
society. You are in their society, they are in yours; and the
multitudinous personal ties which connect you all to that great order
called society that you have for a period got away from physically are
present. Like the business man who goes on a vacation from business
and takes his business habits along with him, so on a journey they
would bring society along, and all sort of etiquette.

He that goes a journey shakes off the trammels of the world; he has
fled all impediments and inconveniences; he belongs, for the moment, to
no time or place. He is neither rich nor poor, but in that which he
thinks and sees. There is not such another Arcadia for this on earth
as in going a journey. He that goes a journey escapes, for a breath of
air, from all conventions; without which, though, of course, society
would go to pot; and which are the very natural instinct of women.

The best time for going a journey (a connoisseur speaks it) is some
morning when it has rained well the day or night before, and the soil
of the road, where it is not evenly packed, i