LORD TENNYSON. ROBERT BROWNING. XVU 



All that summer hours produce, 



Fertile made with early juice. 



Man for thee doth sow and plough, 



Farmer he and landlord thou. 



Thou dost innocently enjoy, 



Nor dost thy luxm-y destroy ; 



The shepherd gladly heareth thee 



More harmonious than he. 



Thee country hinds with gladness hear 



Prophet of the ripen'd year. 



Thee Phcsbus loves, and doth inspire, 



Phcebus is himself thy sire. 



To thee of all things upon earth 



Life is no longer than thy mirth. 



Happy insect, happy thou. 



Dost neither age nor winter know ; 



But when thou'st drunk and danced and sung 



Thy fill the flow'ry leaves among, 



Voluptuous and wise withal, 



Epicurean animal ! 



Sated with thy summer feast. 



Thou retir'st to endless rest." 



Lord Tennyson, with his usual accuracy in Natural 

 History, as well as in astronomical observation, clearly 

 discriminates between the Cicada and the Grasshopper. 

 He gives in ' CEnone' a fine picture suggesting the sultry 

 summer heat : — 



" The grasshopper is silent in the grass, 

 The lizard with his shadow in the sun 

 Easts like a shadow, and the cicala sleeps." 



Again, in ' Mariana in the South,' — 



" At eve a dry cicala sung, — 

 There came a sound as of the sea." 



and, once again, we have in his early poem, 'The 

 Dirge,'— 



" The balm cricket carols clear." 



On which Dr. Murray suggests to me, as a clue, 

 " baum- or tree-cricket;" but now I have good reason 

 to know that the cricket of the hearth, which feeds on 

 meal or balm, amongst other things, was the insect 

 meant, and no "tree-singer." 



Prof. Rupert Jones reminds me of the following 



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