ON leaving the Hall, Theodore allowed himself a short vacation; but it was Milton's "idle vacancy" now. The relish for this kind of indulgence was gone. "The two weeks past have been spent in loitering about, idling away time, and living at ease; now strolling about with Lydia, and now picking cherries and flowers alone. By the way, I have found a flower that wants a name in Dr. B.'s book. I have thus loitered about, doing almost nothing; not profiting morally, religiously, or even intellectually, and perhaps but little in body, considering that I am getting bad habits of early retiring, late lying, and general indolence. So much for my state of repose. Blessed be these iron times! -- there is something for man to do; and, still more, something for him to think.
"Suppose not, my dearly-beloved book, that I felt no pleasure in thus passing time. I am not so cold-hearted as to wander among the gardens of the Graces with no sense that riots, and no soul that thrills. Nay, my heart has been warmed by the sweetest -- had almost said, the noblest -- impulses; but it does not advance me in the journey of life as I would wish to move. It does not allow my soul to unfold its wings in this fledging- place and trial-ground, and prepare for the lofty and dangerous flight when it must 'sail with uplift wing' against