JUNE. 265 



In some romantic hollow lane, overrun with Fox- 

 glove (Digitalis purpurea), studded with many an old 

 wizard-like pollard with bare extended arms, and high 

 overbowered with wild roses and honeysuckle, day at 

 last closes upon our observation, and the cold per- 

 fumed breath of evening fans our forehead. The 

 streamlet that forms a deep gulley in the bottom, has 

 begun a patter among the pebbles that was almost 

 unheard amidst the din and hum of day and the 

 bat, careering among the wytch elms high in air, is 

 seen at recurring intervals in fine relief upon the bril- 

 liant ruby that tinges the evening sky. And now, 

 as the road begins to appear obscure, up starts the 

 glow-worm's "ineffectual fire" to cheer our path and 

 stud the deepening gloom. In our next chapter we 

 must " look out" for new adventures. 



