ade 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 forever be 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 forever be 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 his 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.

Mr. Holliday has other goodly matter upon the philosophy and art of
locomotion, and those who are wise and have a lively faith may be
admitted to great and surpassing delights if they will here and now make
memorandum to buy his book, which will soon be published.

Speaking of Vachel Lindsay, his "Handy Guide for Beggars" will bring an
itch along the shanks of those who love shoe-leather and a knobbed
stick. Vachel sets out for a walk in no mean and pettifogging spirit: he
proceeds as an army with banners: he intends that the