AUGUST. 105 



the little parlour window open, and some one 

 pushes aside the thick grown jessamine ; a 

 waving handkerchief salutes me — another now 

 streams over the first one's head — and now — 

 another ! At the door too — oh ! glorious ! 

 All ari'ived ; and — ah ! by Jove, we'll have a 

 merry evening. Now then a hearty greeting ; 

 we pass our hasty and anxious inquiries, and 

 with hearts o'erflowing for the happy hour of 

 meeting, and the coming morn, join in exulting 

 chorus this truly jocund lay, which, echoing 

 through the valley, wakes the languid eye of 

 evening, as though the day had sunk too suddenly 

 to rest, and was by us in meekness checked for 

 its abruptness. 



