JUNE. 95 



The clouds are at play in the azure space, 



And their shadows at play in the bright green vale ; 



And here they stretch to the frolic chase, 



And there they roll on the easy gale. 



There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, 



And a titter of winds in that beechen tree ; 



There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, 



And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea ; 



And look at the broad-faced sun ! how he smiles, 



On the dewy earth, that smiles in his ray, 



On the leaping waters and gay young isles — 



Ay, look ! — and he'll smile thy gloom away." 



Anon. 



And now, kind reader, while we are in this enviable 

 frame of mind, let us betake ourselves to the London 

 Bridge Station of the South- Eastern Railway, and, 

 providing ourselves with tickets for the Box Hill 

 Station on the Reigate, Guildford and Reading Branch, 

 we shall, after about an hour and a quarter's riding 

 through some of the most beautiful scenery in the 

 vicinity of London, arrive at our destination, one of the 

 most prolific localities in rarities both Entomological 

 and Botanical, and embracing the most beautiful scenery 

 with which I am acquainted. 



Having arrived at the " Box Hill" station, and 

 gained the road, we must turn to the right, and, con- 

 tinuing our course along the road until we arrive at the 

 Burford Bridge Inn ; we are then at the foot of Box 

 Hill, as from the garden of the inn we can walk straight 

 on to the hill, and so round to the left to the top of 

 Headley Lane ; but if we do not wish to explore the 

 hill, but to make the " Hilly Field" the theatre of our 

 explorations, we must continue our course along the 



