OF AN INSECT HUNTER. 



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which he still delights. He spread the table for the Insect- 

 Hunter and his friends. The venison pasty, the brown ale, 

 the sack, and Rhenish, were produced and despatched ; at 

 least, let me say, viands and diluents which stood in the stead 

 of these. Then the party rose, and leaving the buttery, 

 entered the grand, but roofless hall ; they passed along its 

 whole length in silence, and beneath that spacious arch they 

 turned to gaze upon its beauty. The moon was up, and 

 threw an unclouded blaze of light into the interior, silvering 

 the velvet turf, which now, instead of marble, floored the hall. 

 They stood silently in the black shadow of the arch — and their 

 silence was expressive — it told how deeply they were im- 

 pressed with the beauty of the scene. 



There is something far more satisfying in the silent gaze of 

 admiration, even though in the presence of those whose voices 

 and whose words have at other times delighted us, than in the 

 most appropriate expressions talent could devise or feeling 

 suggest. 



