Dedication
To think some one will care to listen to us, and to believe we do not speak to vacant air but to listening hearts, is always sweet. That friends have listened to this author’s spoken and written words with apparent gladness emboldens him to believe they will give him hearing once again. May some one’s eyes be lightened, some one’s burden be lifted from his shoulders for an hour of rest, some one’s landscape grow larger, fairer, and more fruitful, because these essays have been written. WILLIAM A. QUAYLE.