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palmy state;" and the prospect of criticism and illustrative cuts is 

 so large, that we close our eyes in despair on the long but luminous 

 vista. Let us see how the night wears. 



We have gone to our window there is a clear and defined streak, 

 gleaming, like a bar of iron, fresh from the forge of the Cyclops, 

 across the eastern horizon the shepherd is whistling on the hills 

 the doe is awake in the valley the lark has gone abroad the fox 

 has sneaked to his earth the young eagles are looking out for their 

 prey the gas-lights dwindle Welch milk-maids are waddling be- 

 neath the lacteal influence of their tin pails it is morning within two 

 degrees of Greenwich latitude our feather-bed solicits us, and we 

 cease to see what we write, for our eyes, like those of a sleepy child, 

 are sorely afflicted with visions of 



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