me it was all rubbish , and exhortedexhortme , with his dying breathbreath, to continue in the good old way , to follow his steps , and those of his father before him , and let my highest ambition be to walk honestly through the world , looking neither to the right hand nor to the left , and to transmit the paternal acres to my children in , at least , as flourishing a condition as he left them to me .
Early March , gray , quiet skies , and brown , quiet earth ; leafless and sad and lonely enough out there in the damp and silence , yet there I stood feeling the same rapture of pure delightdelightin the first breathbreathof spring that I used to as a child , and the five wasted years fellfallfrom me like a cloak , and the world was full of hope , and I vowedvowmyself then and there to nature , and have been happy ever since .