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favourite domestic of our youth ; our fancj 

 pictures them between the borders of their 

 little plots. The well-known Lilac tree and 

 the old Cabbage Rose-bush start up in the 

 picture ; whilst the Quince-tree, or the wide- 

 spreading- Medlar, presents itself to the 

 memory as half hiding the well-repaired sty, 

 which we ever wish to regard as forming the 

 pride of the industrious cottager. 



These momentary visions bring the har- 

 mony of the Poets to our recollection, and we 

 are almost ready to exclaim, 



That hut is mine ; that cottage half-embower d 

 With modest Jessamine, and that sweet spot 

 Of garden ground, where, ranged in neat array, 

 Grew countless sweets, the Wallflower and the Pink, 

 And the thick Thyme-bush— even that is mine : 

 And the old Mulberry that shades the court 

 Has been my joy from very childhood up ! 



Kirke White. 



On this subject we may justly use the lines 

 of Miss Mitford, who says — 



'Twere hard to sing thy varying charm, 

 Thou cottage, mansion, village, farm, 



Thou beautiful epitome 

 Of all that useful is and rare, 

 Where comfort sits with smiling air, 



And laughing hospitality. 



