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English lads and lasses who made a happy return to their own lovely heritage—a set of black and white photos of the Roman Road near Cambridge

Superficial out of profundity—on the need not to make any more Bibles of any kind

I wish to speak a word for nature . . .

We can never surprise nature in a corner . . . a walk along Fleam Dyke to Mutlow Hill

Consider the lilies of the pond and Spaulding’s Farm — Thoreau and “The art of spending a day!” — A religious naturalist practice

"October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world." — An autumn walk at Wandlebury Country Park