FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



US recall Tannahill's picture of the closing Scot- 

 tish day : — 



" Beneath the gouden gloamin' sky, 



The mavis mends her lay, 

 The redbreast pours his sweetest strains, 



To charm the lingerin' day; 

 While weary yeldrins seem to wail. 



Their little nestlings torn, 

 The merry wren, frae den to den, 



Gaes jinking thro' the thorn. 



" The roses faul their silken leaves, 

 •^ The foxglove shuts its bell. 



The honeysuckle and the birk 



Spread fragrance thro' the dell. 

 Let ithers crowd the giddy court 



Of mirth and revelry, 

 The simple joys that Nature yiel's 

 Are dearer far to me." 



