I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!"

In the Street. Calais.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[379:2]

Maria.

"Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught."

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.

The sad vicissitude of things.[379:3]

Sermon xvi.

Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.

Sermon xxvii.