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and returning over the cliffs, we came upon another 

 human being, with eyes closed to the beauty around, 

 but closed in sleep, not blindness. A little girl, not 

 more than eight years old, was stretched along the 

 path, her rosy cheek resting on her little arm, which 

 rested on the bare rock. How fast she was ! but, as 

 Shakespeare says, "Weariness will snore upon a flint," 

 and here was wearied innocence sleeping on a flint, the 

 summer sun pouring down its rays upon her, and also 

 on the milk, which stood in a can by her side, and 

 which perhaps was not much benefited by this rest in 

 the sun. All I know is, that the picture was very 

 touching, and I placed a penny in the child's half- 

 closed hand that she might find it on awaking. She 

 would think some fairy placed it there. 



On reachino' home there was dinner, to which two 

 words had to be said, not contemptuous, believe me ; 

 and then cofi*ee and cigar, with the serenities thereon 

 attending : and then a stroll among the vases, for the 

 inspection of my pets ; and a stroll in the garden where 

 I could inspect the pans under the verandah ; and then 

 study ; and then with limbs weary and eyes drooping, 

 to bed : 



" So runs the round of life from hour to hour.'' 



