then the tax; and an affair to be transacted with a man without heart or brains, and the stinging recollection of an injurious or very awkward word,—­these eat up the hours.  Do what we can, summer will have its flies.[666] If we walk in the woods we must feed mosquitoes.  If we go a-fishing we must expect a wet coat.  Then climate is a great impediment to idle persons.  We often resolve to give up the care of the weather, but still we regard the clouds and the rain.

We are instructed by these petty experiences which usurp the hours and years.  The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitant of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.  The islander may ramble all day at will.  At night he may sleep on a mat under the moon, and wherever a wild date-tree grows, nature has, without a prayer even, spread a table for his morning meal.  The northerner is perforce a householder.  He must brew, bake, salt and preserve his food.  He must pile wood and coal.  But as it happens that not one stroke can labor lay to without some new acquaintance with nature; and as nature is inexhaustibly significant, the inhabitants of these climates[667] have always excelled the southerner in force.  Such is the value of these matters that a man who knows other things can never know too much of these.  Let him have accurate perceptions.  Let him, if he have hands, handle; if eyes, measure and discriminate; let him accept and hive every fact of chemistry, natural history and economics; the more he has, the less is he willing to spare any one.  Time is always bringing the occasions that disclose their value.  Some wisdom comes out of every natural and innocent action.  The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.  The application of means to ends ensures victory and the songs of victory not less in a farm or a shop than in the tactics of party or of war.  The good husband finds method as efficient in the packing of fire-wood in a shed or in the harvesting of fruits in the cellar, as in Peninsular campaigns[668] or the files of the Department of State.  In the rainy day he builds a work-bench, or gets his tool-box set in the corner of the barn-chamber, and stored with nails, gimlet, pincers, screwdriver and chisel.  Herein he tastes an old joy of youth and childhood, the cat-like love of garrets, presses and corn-chambers, and of the conveniences of long housekeeping.  His garden or his poultry-yard—­very paltry places it may be—­tells him many pleasant anecdotes.  One might find argument for optimism in the abundant flow of this saccharine element of pleasure in every suburb and extremity of the good world.  Let a man keep the law—­any law,—­and his way will be strown with satisfactions.  There is more difference in the quality of our pleasures than in the amount.